Firstborn
before the blessings, before you wrestled god
i was our father’s favored, because for him
i could hunt.
our mother had no use for weapons.
she kept you close, taught you at the fire and tent.
i was working in the fields all day,
i was famished. brother, give me some of your soup
for me
that is enough.
we wrestled then as children, and as babes
I won our first match, though you never
let go the heel. we are not all born naked
i was born wearing your grasp.
