Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2014  Vol. 13  No. 1
an online journal of literature and the arts
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Adam at the Garden’s Edge

The gates darkened like ash
settling into its pit and what
I meant to say in that moment

was that I wanted you more for the way
you hid when I asked
what had happened—

not because it mattered, but to see you
delay, then decide you would
say yes, say, for you,

I would reveal what drags
in my heart like a rusty tiller
against this eroded garden’s

spine of stones. For you,
I would hand over this
impossible self, impossibly yours.

It was a selfish thing I wanted.
To blame you. But then again,
how I reached with both hands.  end  

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