The Day You Were Made Poem by robert seminara

God was alone in a room with the universe at his feet.

He would receive no callers that day.

The fire of Hell was roiling and the souls that
would one day populate it were now being born.

He paid them no mind.

He took the night sky as a model.

He wasn't at all satisfied with how the stars shined.

He shrugged at the mere heat of the sun.

He remembered where He went wrong with eve.

He would do better this time.

He shaped in that room your breasts and your lips, your eyes and your heart.

Then He gave them to me.