when God came to visit,
Eve set out tea
and tiny, crustless sandwiches.
Adam sat, comfortably nude, in his BarcaLounger chair.
God smoked cigars and
(after that business with the snake)
and fig leaves got in the way of everything.
Eve cleared her throat and fanned at the cigar smoke,
Adam shifted from foot to foot,
and God muttered under his breath.