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.