Skinned Knees

EVE

Skinned Knees
EVE

 

Now the Lord God had planted a garden in the east,

In the middle of the garden were the tree

of life and the tree of the

knowledge of good and evil.

 

In the garden you found the beasts and named them one by one

That was a big job

You started ambitiously, hippopotamus, komodo dragon, octopus

Then as you got bored things got simpler

Dog, cat, rat

It's no joke naming every species on the week old earth

By yourself

 

You needed

A companion

 

I was made from your spare rib

About 5000 years ago

Maybe barbecued and from a takeaway

 

Eventually I grew from the spare rib

It wasn't enough to be caged

Inside your abdomen

I burst out,

 

There was some blood, some pain

I stitched you up again

I narrowly avoided puncturing a lung

I watched over you

Still a bone

While you came around from the anaesthetic

 

The rib took root into a chest

My heart began to beat

Arms sprouted

Fingers blossomed

A pair of strong legs branched out

My hair bloomed

 

Pleasing to the eye and good for food

I stood

In the middle of the garden

 

This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh

 

I was hungry

For my eyes to be

opened

bigger than my belly

To know good

and evil

I took

The Fruit

Picked

From my arm

Put it in my mouth

And took a bite

 

I wasn't ashamed of my nakedness

 

In the garden

Under a broken shower head

We bathed together

 

Mould on the ceiling

Scrubbing away our sins

With citrus scented shampoo

Made for frequent use

 

 

 

 

WRITTEN BY BETHAN SCREEN

ILLUSTRATION BY SARAH MCCROREY