I was in Eden. God’s light
Tongued the leaves. How
Did anyone live? Shame
In wanting to die
In Eden. I didn’t
Understand
Sun. I was under
Frost. Frosted.
In the mornings
The frost was so great
A devil I needed
Prayer. If god
Was there then where
Was god? If god
Was there then what
Was god? Paradise
Felt far. There is nothing
Like okayness. I would have
Loved a softer soil. I would
Have loved not to want
To go under it
