—What does the child resemble when it is in the womb?
It resembles a folded tablet (pinkas).
Having worn myself out naming Bewick’s wren,
Pediculosis pubis, and Saint Helena giant earwig
Cain names my problem, which is, “Your Father.”
He says, “You’re like some German orphan.”
I taught Cain how to harvest blueberries
with his skirt, how to remember his mother’s
birthday (when the calla lilies start to die).
He always wears a beatific smile.
When Abel died, I dreamt wild, empty outrageous
dreams of drowning myself and would have
except for his sister whom I loved and would have
published her name to the world. That was the Adam
I was. I mean, if my name equals “a man,” I don’t
understand definitions. Poor armorial Vater, Marlboro
smoker, insurance adjuster, grousing about the secretary
who fucks up your fucking claims and a future
sucking all the pink from out your lungs—
if I name you correctly will you die?
 Hershon, Paul Isaac. The Pentateuch According to the Talmud: Genesis. London: Samuel Bagster and Sons, 1883. 170