Identity,
a spook,
a haunting,
such an
all-out unapplaudable,
utterly unlaudable
rookie mistake.
But who said
that cakes
cannot be had
and eaten too?
Maybe the key
is to regress
enough in time
to be a witness
as the girl comes
forth from ribs.
Then to uneat
that famous apple
and gigglishly keep
some serpents on a leash,
strolling through
that famous Paradise,
just for the hell of it.
New forbidden fruits
will always arise
on humble soil.