Esprit | Spring 2007 - Rusted Plow, Patrick J. O'Kernick

	Against the shed that holds tools to tend the garden, shadows of
		Adam and Eve dance
	in the bonfire’s rhythm. In daylight the two had chopped that tree down. Now the smoke designed of good
		and evil wraps round
	their salty bodies. They never knew
		this secondhand
	brand—the sort Julia puffs about me today while I finish my dinner.
		I killed this myself;
	I didn’t buy it. I cooked it too; she enjoyed it.
		I enjoy this rib
	scraping against my teeth, surrendering its gamy meat.
		And Julia, I think she smokes
	only to create the opportunity to extinguish cigarettes as if to say:
		OK, what now?

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