Ribs

God knew what was good.

He baked a fall-off-the-bone rib

from Adam, baked it slow,

so slow, Adam could sleep through

the entire Super Bowl game.

During the halftime show,

God made Eve from that rib.

Eve knew what was good.

She went on a shopping spree

during the second half, and

waltzed through the front door

in a little black dress, carrying

a full rack of ribs. She liked

a man who was full of himself.

inspired by “Poem For A Lady Whose Voice I Like” by Nikki Giovanni

published in Sonnets to Sing

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