Dear Gen

In the beginning we paused
We held the possibilities hostage
Made a blood promise
Spit on the grave
And saw that it was good

We wished for there to be light
But the secret held water
We thought we might need later
If the rescuers failed
And the light was set aside

Then we decided that the land
Did not need to be separated from the water
If we gave the fish toes
And the rhinoceros’ gills
But the insects refused to negotiate

Lastly, we invented ribs and tits

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *