Playing God

I read the book of Genesis,
when I was a little boy.

God breathed man’s spirit
into the dust of His hands.

So, I stood in my backyard
and grabbed a fistful of dirt,

raised it up, and said,
Make me a little brother.

I blew the dirt from my hands,
watched it collide with the wind,

before it blew back in my face
into my mouth and my lungs.

William Littlejohn-Oram received a degree in Fiction from the University of Houston and is currently pursuing a Master’s degree in Poetry from Texas Tech University. He can currently be found in Lubbock, TX, wearing brightly colored shoes. His work is forthcoming in Inkwell Journal, Amethyst Review, and Ancient Paths.

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