Eve in Her Garden By Kendra Nuttall

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Image by anncapictures

There are moments I forget
what it means to be a woman.
I walk forward,
shoulders straight,
eyes ahead,

happy hips swaying
to the music of Mother Earth.

I lose myself
in the paradise of my mind,
like Eve in her garden, before

mankind
forgot how to be kind.

Why do you hate us?
Men wait for the punchline
as we brace for the punch,

guarded by the thorns
we have to show.

I still plant roses and wait
for them to grow.


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Kendra Nuttall

Kendra Nuttall is a copywriter by day and poet by night. Her work has appeared in Spectrum, Sad Girl Review, Capsule Stories, Chiron Review, and What Rough Beast, among other journals and anthologies. She is the author of poetry collections, A Statistical Study of Randomness (Finishing Line Press, 2021) and Our Bones Ache Together (FlowerSong Press, forthcoming) and is a poetry reader for Capsule Stories. She lives in Utah with her husband and poodle. Find her online at kendranuttall.com.