Becca Grischow

Adam was always run-into-the-father ready

before Eve had even found her underwear

sandwiched between the folds in his comforter.


By the time Adam was in his jacket, flipping the light switch,

Eve was still searching for a sock or condom wrapper,

praying for a power outage.


So it seemed only fair when she asked if he’d pause,

just this once, in the space between sheets and shoes

and let her really see him


the way she did in Eden.


Adam peeled his jeans back to the ground

and stood before Eve with textbook diagram grace,

exactly as exposed as the day God made him,

and while Adam was naked and maybe ashamed,

Eve, still wet with sin, laughed

till she felt one rib give way.