The World Began
Tammy Ho Lai-ming

in a parallel universe. It was no coincidence.
A quartet of quixotic beers. The weary
traveler from Earth was not sober.
Too loquacious. The august goddess
in a luminous green dress
sealed a kiss on his delicate forehead.

This diminutive man (father of all),
malleable, became bold and erect. This
is a myth; like the toothed vagina:
he found refuge. Their multitude
of offspring sprang from the top of her head,
as if impatient. All carried the father's
genes and demeanor.