Then I Became Eve

Emily Stanfill

I have no Adam to innocent me,
only consolation cannolis and a damned
garden of green.

Sometimes while God is napping,
I press my limbs to the earth,
and beg the dust to fill my vacancies,
to be stone satiated.
But He always knows.

I am no Eden.
There is no green in me.

God,
let me fall from this lack.