we are more than just Adam’s rib
we are his heart, splashing inside his chest
we are the sin
and the forgiveness
the pleasure
and then the business
we are his weak spot
and his fury
then ugly judge
forgiving jury
the crashing drum
the sounding horn
we are the saints
who download porn
we loathe to give
we love to take
we can destroy
and then create
we are the chapter
then the verse
we are no better
but then no worse
we are Madonna
sometimes a whore
we are our sex
but so much more
—
eleanor j jackson 