It was I who bit the snake and poisoned it
I who led Jesus to the whorehouse, under my arm,
And he who backed away
I laughed at him as I went in
I told him what he was missing
Told him it was cheap
Oh no, he said, the price is me
Now I sit beneath the tree
With the twice bitten apple
And wonder how things might have been
Had I acted otherwise
The nerves are working,
Producing endorphins
The senses are heightened
Until they touch the sky’s ceiling
And bend back in again
Until nerve endings hang like jungle vines
Someone more experienced could swing from them and go far
How good they are at beating their chests
And picking ant holes clean
They know the jungle
And what to do when it rains
They have evolved to it
They have labored to become natural
Whereas I am still learning to walk hunched over
To stay calm when ticks are bitten from my fir
Bloodsuckers that they are
To climb the high trees without a tremble
Creation
When God knew enough
He realized his nakedness
And created humanity to clothe him
Knowing no other form
She made mankind in her image
They all spoke the same language
But that was boring
So God muddled them
They fought among themselves
Because now they appeared different
‘We are one,’ God yelled down
But nobody listened
Because God seemed different, too
‘We only trust our own,’ they said
And so God was exiled from Eden
‘One day my children will grow up
And come to their senses,’
God said waiting for humanity to return