Skinned Knees


Skinned Knees


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


bigger than my belly

To know good

and evil

I took

The Fruit


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