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"The Book of Steve" by Catherine Carter

"God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve."

 

But what if God did? What if I showed you

the lost book in that cramped hand some call Moses',

right to left (you read Hebrew, right?), the Book of Steve?

Stefan, if you're Orthodox. Esteban

if you also worship the ****** of Guadalupe,

but never mind those dark madonnas. The Book of Steve:

it's much like the rest of the Pentateuch, you'll recognize

the style, except that it was before Genesis 1

when Steve became a living soul. A lively, friendly soul:

when those animals came questing, Steve was thrilled.

He scratched their ears as he named them, puled

their ticks, asked them what they thought they should be called.

So he was scratching and chatting, naming away,

when up came Adam (Yahweh had been practicing men).

*"Hey, dude." "Hey, Adam. You think this looks

like a crocodile?" "I dunno. More like a fox?"*

They had a few beers (Yahweh's work of the day),

named five kinds of ants: Steve got carpenter,

leaf-cutter, sugar; Adam took fire and soldier.

Probably they made love, probably a lot (the world

Was young then), but the Book of Steve is demure;

Moses, or someone, drew the curtain of discretion.

When the curtain comes up, the snake

Still has brief feet, but Adam is changing the names

To better ones, and Steve’s not there. It seems

There were complaints. Stave talked to much, always on

About feelings, food, the slant of the light; sometimes

he wanted to be on top; he took the remkote, and didn’t

give it back when Adam glare. And his chest wasn’t nearly

enough like a pillow. It ws all too much.

The end of the book is torn out; there are marks of fire.

No one knows who defiled the Book of Ssteve,

But in some stories it is said that Eden has other quadrants

And that Steve is in one of them.

Stevek and the snakes with feet, and other people

Who missed the next book: the roc preening its iridescent plumes,

The unicorn lipping apples, the manticore haveint a dustabth.

They say that somewhere among the leaves of western Eden

was found a helpmeet for Steve, who was not fruitful,

who did not multiply, who had no dominion over the earth.

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