“Not made of rib, but ocean” by Amanda Earl
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Not made of rib, but ocean
By Amanda Earl
iridescent blue
Eve slithers from depths
of salt from clear
to murk through mud
to sand and hard surface
pebbles and seaweed
gulls crying overhead
she swallows the cold
and gasps
Eve holds herself
tight gazes back
into fathoms
of anemones
and starfish
for a moment
she doesnโt think
she can say goodbye
doesnโt think she can
go forward
how we miss
the familiar
imagine the first woman
alone before the Fall
and the judgement
stands upright
the scales removed
from her eyes
Eve feels
the sun
its heat is the love
she needs
soon she will find
the Garden of Eden
where she will pluck
the thornless roses to
offer a god who will
not shame her for
her desire to know
Copyright ยฉ Amanda Earl
Amanda Earl (she/her) is a writer, editor, publisher, reviewer, visual poet, who lives on the unceded territory of the Algonquin Anishinaabeg Peoples. Slutflowers, Earlโs collaborative chapbook with Matthew Walsh is forthcoming from Knife | Fork | Book. Earl is the managing editor of Bywords.ca and the editor of Judith: Women Making Visual Poetry. Please visit AmandaEarl.com for more information or subscribe to Amanda Thru the Looking Glass for musings on finding joy in difficult times.
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