Par Avion [ 25.06.2008 – Museé Rodin, Paris ]T.A. Noonan
In the beginning, I will be Eve; I will be cast in chalk. Rain will erase —— & it will always rain. Adam, being mud-born, won’t mind, but he’ll weave tents so we can fuck outdoors. Then I will create galoshes. Auguste captures my cringe against skin’s clear wash. Adam lies about the invention of the umbrella. I wonder if the swell of my belly is a maker’s or my own.
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