W e jumped into the pool late one night,

E veryone’s clothes still on, ears waterlogged.

L ooking down, I saw my pink shirt

C linging to the cold curve of my hip,

O utlining features I’d never noticed.

M y reflection in the sliding back door window

E mphasized every dip and turn.

T wisting my arms around myself,

O bscuring the scene, I shivered in the breeze.

E ve, who covered herself with fig leaves,

D oubtless, was more comfortable than me, and

E den, in all its glory, was a sight

N ever appreciated until lost.