Me Too

Me Too
By Jaime Herrera

I. In the beginning
post first coitus
thus sayeth Lilith to Adam,
Let me be
on top next time.


In his laboratory,
God overhears her
and loses his God shit
And appears towering above Lilith
and smites her, sending Her
to the netherworld
where she remains,
joined by banished
succubi and incubi
in an orgy of wound licking.
 
II. Back in the garden,
Adam shuffles head down
around the garden
And whispers a prayer up to God:
Please let me begat,
or else                                                                                                              what?
 
God takes a rib
from Adam, his
scream tearing
through the heavens.
 
God spits and
rubs some dirt
on Adam’s rib,
and thus Eve comes to be,
from rib
and dirt
and Godspit.


Eve stands naked before a lip smacking Adam.
Having just been made,
She is hot. Steam rises from her.
She is submissive,
okay with being                                                                                  on the bottom.
                                                                                                                       
Adam orgasms even before he touches her.
Post coitus in the Garden
God and Adam bro hug
And bump chests.
All is Edenic.
 
Adam and Eve beget like rabbits
and their spawn likewise.
 
 
III. Today,
down in her nether regions
Lilith has her pleasure.
Her succubi and incubi friends
let her get
on top,
on the bottom,
on the side,
behind,
in front
all around.
They let her be
what she wants.
 
Today
Lilith bides her time
Until she will have
her vengeance
Until she
Comes from below
And smotes
without mercy.                                                           
 
Until she is                                                                                                                  on top.
 
 
© Jaime Herrera
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***Jaime H. Herrera is currently a Professor of English at Mesa Community College. Jaime is a product of the Juárez/El Paso border, a place he holds dear and which embodies who he is, as much Mexican as American, as much Mexicano (and mexinaco) as he is estadounidense (and gringo). He is bicultural and bilingual (and speaks a good Spanglish too). He knows that the border is a space that cannot be fenced. La frontera es un espacio que no se puede cercar. He loves translation, the back and forth between the two languages. Also. he writes his own poetry in both English and Spanish and has written a novel (as of yet unpublished), tentatively titled This is not Juárez. When he dies, he wants his ashes spread right in the middle of the bridge that connects Juárez and El Paso, his ashes blowing in both directions.