adam sat naked on his haunches poking a fish
drying out on the side of a river. the fish gasped.
adam gulped. neither getting much of the morning
green air. the fish was more rigid than before. adam shivered.
eve held a bird with a broken, bleeding wing
against her bare white breast. she stares.
the bird splutters. syncopated hearts beating fast.
the bird felt more wild than before.
my wife’s womb felt more wild than before.
the water ruptures. syncopated hearts beating faster.
she stares. against her bare white breast
she held a child with a broken, bleeding yelp.
the womb less rigid, i shivered. the infant
nostriling air with new lungs, gulping
and drawing out milk from youth’s fountain,
naked on the shore of her chest, no longer a fish.