We sucked happily the fruits
of our knowledge on the Garden
State Parkway past midnight.
I showed him the waning phase of the moon
and he told me why lightning snakes
violent to kiss the horizon. His presence
was thundering close to my skin,
but his hand never reached out for mine.
I may not have been first girl
to walk through this world,
but there were three men
with me in that car:
Adam, the Devil, and God.
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