you colored the apple red
and created sex. not soon
after, we were all hiding out
behind bushes and in the shadows.
you removed our rags of leaves
and replaced them with robes of
flesh. skin then blood then skin
and blood again. now for eons
we’ve lurked in shadows and behind
bushes. one day, i just may decide
to rip this bloody thew and believe
that orange is the new red.