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Adam’s sperm number 
one hundred million per cubic centimeter,
hope he can comply with God’s command. 

My grandpa Walker Reynolds was a pioneer, too, with a Brigham beard.
Mom says he loved pickles, and dancing music. 
Last time we saw him, Grandma said, “It’s time to hug goodbye,”
and all I could think is how Grandpa’s 

I sink into a beanbag chair 
shaped like a giant ear 
but changing shape to fit my rear 

We were like filings, lifted straight 
As though a magnet stiffened up 
Our figures like the hair upon 
Our closely cropped skulls. But we, 

—Or on summer evenings as the sky 
Draws down its light, prodding the question why 

They sit in cast-off wicker furniture, 
The kids cross-legged as though the lawn made a shore