And in that moment

when he saw her

partake of the angel that

was the “forbidden fruit”

of the tree of God,

Adam realized he 

was inadequate.

Naked.

He saw what the woman

pulled from his body

knew long before, that

he was dim and 

dirt-made. That the angel

was her own piece of

forever to consume, while

he was merely her 

limitation in paradise.

And Adam felt the heave

of less-than like the first

heart that ever broke,

then told Eve to

put some fucking clothes on.
Kamari Bright is our poet in residence for July. 

Previously: Chalice, And the Moon, and Nephilim.