J. G. Amato

Adam & Eve

I saw them in the catalog,
filled with artificial fiber,
fashioned in the standard colors,
but these, although sold
separate, if not found alone
at last might be joined
double-wide to admit two
bodies in a single space,
as if it had been their natural state
before the factory split them
 
through, stitched zipper in the seam:
one empty sack.
How we try to mend that slit
by kiss or commerce–
still the rib won’t fit,
even if the teeth bite
to close them in
primeval, polyester Eden.