Eve

i've turned eden

into a landfill.

adam built a dugout

where cat tails grow tall 

and the water is the 

only mirror I've known

but I hate the reflection

so I sit on the mound

next to the pool

and throw ashes 

until the dog barks

and flames grow,

this is the future.

my father fell in love

with not needing to 

understand her, 

happy to know

breasts

and she fell in love

with him trying to 

learn her language

it seemed honest,

this is the past. 

the dugout froze over

the wind pushed us across the ice

since then I expected to move

without lifting my legs

i don't know what i was waiting for

my teeth to turn yellow

my fists to shake

my belly to grow

something to boil up inside of me

for you to speak first,

i'm sorry for saying I was fine.