Fixed in Place
Are you satisfied? Adam stuck with Eve like the portraits on the wall, finally. Though now I dream of Lilith. It was unnecessary, you say, and why bother now, after all the paint dries? I had to tell you. Lilith told me the sun was green but I was raised under the yellow, so my sight is fixed in place. As long as she knows after innocence and broken toes, I am the only one wearing these colours. M. N. O'Brien M. N. O'Brien received his B.A. from Roanoke College, where he received the Charles C. Wise Poetry Award. His poems have appeared in SOFTBLOW, Drunk Monkeys, and Right Hand Pointing, among other journals. He lives in Hudson, New Hampshire and feels awkward writing about himself in the third person.
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January 2021
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