our life’s fabric

according to an elder i met in new mexico,

eden’s serpent was cotton-mouthed.

 

the hooked-tooth fish-eater came to the garden

drawn by her sea scent and his dry speech drew the dewy doe.

 

satan shared sere spills of softly spoken superstitions.

 

he took the knowledge as cider soothing his burning tongue.

she took the knowledge as nakedness and fear burning all.

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