To Stomach (Adam and Eve)

To digest these stories of creationism,

only would I–

if they were burdened by imagination.

 

If Adam reflected werewolf moon worshipper,

teeth of precious bite–

I would be intrigued.

 

If Eve sprouted sickness in newly wicked zombie eyes,

infected the world with seduction and flies–

I would listen.

 

Had they both twirled under black parasol

in rain of blood and masquerade,

rich in tapestries woven by covens–

interested I would be.

 

If they had taken so promiscuously to night,

cuddled with the monsters under their beds

so feverish and cold–

I would give my full attention.

 

To digest these stories of creationism,

only would I–

if they were burdened by imagination.