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This poem can be found in the forthcoming first book of  Rachel Sturges' poems, "you, genesis," to be published by peterboroughpoetryproject.org in October. Rachel Sturges is a former New Hampshire Youth Poet Laureate.

And so Eve picked the apple
and she ate the golden skin
and white flesh
and she said
“lest I die
but I die awakened”.

Paradise stands exactly four feet away.
Swallow it.
It is as big as a golden apple,
lies comfortably in the palm.
One bite,
down a throat, open stomach,
all the way to eyelids
parting to
be awake.