Genesis

By LeAnne Hunt

We all have beginnings, and a beginning
always follows an ending.
They said I was born of Adam’s rib. I replied
I wasn’t given barbecue sauce.
I like my meat sweet.

Adam was a lying fool afraid of an apple
once bitten.
I suppose that’s the attraction of virginity—
No teeth marks.
I like to make an impression.

I tire of men telling me what I owe them. I can
open a door if it is not barred.
I will give it all back and carve
his rib into a shiv.
I like endings.