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Adam’s Excuse

Every plant poised

at the point of its own

opening—petals

folded like mouse-ears

downy and thinly fleshed,

fruit hard with un-loosened juice,

every animal’s eyes shallow

with un-narrowed light—

I remember the world

was new but also

unyielding. I started

performing minor

surgeries, testing

how my teeth broke skin,