Eve

I was born with gills and a razor fin,
I was born with salt water

in my mouth in the middle of a cotton field. 
I didn’t learn to swim until late. God kept

me from much harm. God put me in much 
harm. I still got them scars from when I fell.

Folk say I got eyes like my daddy.
Folk say I walk like my daddy. I was born between

the seeds of a fig, a sticky fruit hanging low, 
waiting to be devoured.