But Lilith will say it aloud, if I ask.
She will say that God never made green,
That green is a wavelength. Green is a frequency.
Eve will laugh.
But I do not ask.
When we get home, Eve will take my face
In her hands and tell me I'm her favorite mama.
I will stare into her eyes and see her there,
As she was and is and is to come.
I become Theotokos.
They become mothers of all that I have thought,
The jewel-toned bearers of what I dreamt,
As we, the three, hovered over the waters.
Yes. It was like this when the world was made.
