Eden Revisited
by Alan Berecka


I knew where those women stayed; I found
them that time I was sent by my mother.
I carried my father's clean underwear to stow
in his top dresser drawer. There beneath his last
pair of clean briefs, they beckoned boldly, proud

and bare. I had no idea, but I would learn every
chance I got until their curves, rolls, shadows,
and even their names were memorized. I would
stand there dumbly, numb like Adam that day
when he realized he was naked but so was Eve,
the moment that shame got mixed up with desire.







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