After Adam died Eve
designed a house of wooden ribs.
She created it to never burn down.
It was full of happy walls and
bright colors that never faded.
(The next owner painted them gray.)
The rainbow colors would daub off
on every guest’s fingerprint,
an intended souvenir.
Nautilus shells placed near all windows
breathed the gentlest light everywhere
A stone pyramid staircase
snaked up to the second floor.
Doves could be heard cooing
peacefully from above.
There was a room with a writing desk that
everyone thought was a guest bedroom
but was really her office.
Abel’s name was carved
into all the door mantles.
On Sundays, after church, she invited
the children to slide through all the
crannies they could find
Outside, oaks and weeping willows
formed the boundary line.
When she died
they grew closer
to the house,
their limbs outstretched
as if in mourning.
When the government cataloged the house,
forgetting that she was a businesswoman,
they noted it officially as Adam’s property.
The next homeowner remodeled it poorly and
it burned down two days after they moved in.