Genesis

A poem by John Mark Brown

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Remind me again: I am the young
of Adam and the likeness of Eve. I knew her
lust to touch the red of his skin,
the hurry to cover her sex with mud, leaves,
the boom of a Father angry for her to be.

There are the things that shouldn’t feel
like law—the red in fathers’ faces bubbling
up past the burn where sun sits;
mother’s racing whisper through hymns
and psalms and curses and qualms.

And then there are the things that shouldn’t
feel like the wrong in the world—
the parting of thigh hairs,
erect amongst goosebumps;
the lower leather half of a man’s face
scratching at your shoulder.

Maybe Eve hid from God in rows of mud maize,
heard the whisper of snake and the thrashing of thighs
from her brawny rib-giver.
He made her those fingers and she put them to use
lying on her back under domed wet leaf.


John Mark Brown is a queer poet from Southern Illinois, a senior creative writing student at Eastern Illinois University, and a cardigan enthusiast. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Indiana Review Online, Yellow Chair Review, Rat’s Ass Review, and Indiana Voice Journal, among others.

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