Original Eve
From this vantage she
says it’s hard to believe
now in a god’s blunt urge
to assume what must
always have been the world’s
strangeness into one order
into endless rededications
of nouns arcing
tribally through the milky
collusion passing
for experience. I went
after something (some thing?)
nameless though not caring
finally if it were only
a flung clump of fatted night
or a blue orb of rain.
One noun, one thing,
one verb, one action:
everything sheathed cosily
under one skin:
do you know she says
in those days just
like my arms my clitoris
was under voluntary control
I could make it swell
and quiver like raising
a finger, a stint
of pleasurable oddity
that never came close
to outshouting that unsafe
bristling I sensed
I was formed around.
As for the serpent tale she says
serpent my eye I
just watched myself
thinking in a river
until one of us said
if you walk away the world
will discover you uncover
you recover you just
decide if you want to know
a new word pain.
I did.
I do.
© Ger Killeen
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