Guessing Genesis 

for only now 

or say forever

I am my own bible

having read every page

over all these yearning days 

churning nights

hearing years

I know it inside

and out

from the old

to the new

my genesis through

my many resurrections

I know my stories 

as well as the tellers

like the virgin snow 

melting in warm grass

like a blinding sun

behind my shut eyes

like the scabs and scars

that mark my body for what it is

I weakly read from my worn pages

waiting for some fresh testament

to arise in a transcendent death

the simple sex 

of some 

unearthly

creation

jppestana december 20, 2016