I was in Eden. God’s lightTongued the leaves. HowDid anyone live? ShameIn wanting to dieIn Eden. I didn’tUnderstandSun. I was underFrost. Frosted.In the morningsThe frost was so greatA devil I neededPrayer. If godWas there then whereWas god? If godWas there then whatWas god? ParadiseFelt far. There is nothingLike okayness. I would haveLoved a softer soil. I wouldHave loved not to wantTo go under it