Genesis

A Poem by Anon ymous

She sits at the left hand of God when he decides
to take the serpent’s side. Takes his voice

and calls it her own. Calls Eve her sister
even as she steals Adam away

the moment he bites into the apple.
Winds her way down the crowded streets

of Nod; jeans slung low, hips a swagger,
ready to start a revolution.

She builds a hinge for the sky,
swings it open

and closed, names it the beginning;
names it love.

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