Day breaks
After the night has
Folded us in.

To blend in
Is the sin
That Eve began.
She still longs for and
bites the fruit
All these years later.

Adam,
In his skivvies
Cowering like a sick animal
While God looks
On mockingly,
Asking him
Where art thou?

He says,
“I am right here, mothafucka!”

Like a little punk bitch,
Scratching an itch,
Languishing from
Thirst that will not quench.

I am master
Of nothing
And owner of all calamities.