graffiti & the garden of eden 

does god set timers on
his iphone?

one to bring the sun
up & one to remind the moon
to feel ashamed of her
white naked body--

does he have one
for how long the earth
is supposed to last
or is he winging it?

would he notice if
we went back to the garden--

in canvas shoes & 
shaved heads--

i imagine him
sitting on the brown
recliner as he watches 

the messiah doing dishes 
by dull kitchen light--

mary with her feet up
on the blue ottoman--

the garden of eden 
perching silent in 
the backyard--

tall sunflower & ivy--

would you
like to come with me?

no-- 
i don't
want to be the first
woman or the first man

i've just always
wanted to make 
mischief against
paradise--

when my mother first
told me about adam & eve 
& all that sin

she was shocked about
how fervently i defended 
the snake--

i crouched by rivers--
flicking my tongue
in the hopes of summoning him--

apples in his mouth--

twisting stems--

the ground rotting
with fallen pears--

overgrown fence--

let's be naked
in the tall grass--

cans of spray paint
clinking in my backpack

& i'm thinking about
the railroad bridge that
hangs over I-76 
on the way into Philadelphia

the language of fat pink
& white letters--

the graffiti artist dangling 
in the night to write
their other names--

does he float?

does he hang upside down
on borrowed spider threads?

i'm thinking of the 
steel beam that says 
"i was innocent once" 

that one always makes me want to 
stop me car in the middle
of the high way so 
that i can try to reply--

i want to find that tree--

the one we all sinned for--

i want to write on the trunk--

just in black--

nothing intricate--

something gritty about
knowledge 

is it vandalism if it
was once our body too?

paint the vines red with me--

i'll get naked & we
can be brick walls-- 

necks of buildings--

fat thighs of a freight train--

i want you to write on
me with anonymity--

eat apples
off the ground--