Rotting Fruit

by Leah Plath​

still-

the skin is so tender

i wonder if i’ve shed myself of you

a snake in the garden of eden

an apple orchard devoured

what god would decide to

make sin taste so sweet

that suddenly there was nothing

left to savor?

an insatiable hunger

from the sweat washed off

in the shower that has made

its way to the sea

toxic waste.

Leah Plath (they/she) is a nonbinary queer poet in Des Moines who is working on healing through words. They currently serve as a board director for VegLife Des Moines. In her free time, Leah climbs, cooks food and sits in the sun with friends and cuddles with their cats, Louie & Oliver. Follow along with them on Instagram @leahwritespoems.