BIRTH OF THE WORLD

It was quiet
as bone.

I felt I was
in a cage.

I was a curve
lost in space

not thinking

thinking of nothing

in particular

or perhaps 'Man...

I so want to be
outta here! '

Next minute
I was being

fashioned into
WOMAN.

My own
person

no longer just
part of him.

Even God had to admit
I was an immense

improvement

(I think he fancied
me himself)

on old Adam.

I thought the world
was my oyster

sent out for
some Chinese

spare ribs
smothered in a black bean sauce.

Then I got on
with the business

of making
the world.