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day one of a new life .
.
adam, still starry-eyed
talking apples
and possibilities
of biting into the
forbidden
it makes
the lady
blush,scream,moan
-digging dark nails
into white cotton
while curtains wave
the evening breeze
into steamed
bedroom mist
she, thanks the world
while screaming
"I'm coming!"
from a rib;
once thought
to be her own
having learned
from the illegal fruit's
hallucinations
they were his
before her mother
knew of embryo
modern men
know
foundation,powder,blush
lip-stick
reside in small compartments
of the purse
she calls "my bag"
-he knows how to get it
in a moments notice
which
was part of the
all-seeing agreement
made with a serpent
in a garden, on the day
he saw her breasts as
more significant than
life support
-the same day her ass
was worth mentioning
at a university convention
on
"life-after-day-zero"
while psychologists
labeled him
attention-deficit;
not taking the brush
of her hair
or her foot tattoo
into account
she, laying face up
counting galaxies
looking for comets
and shooting stars
in the aftermath
wonders if
it started when
they
wrote "forever" on the
back of a paper napkin
in a dive
without
an oxygen tank
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