Alexa, Search My Missing Rib.

      Alexa, Search My Missing Rib.

The Adam is missing from Eden,

and Eve is searching for her missing rib.

Where could that rib have gone?

I think…

someone else took my missing rib.

This body feels incomplete —

not because I gave it away,

but because it chose

someone else to shelter within.

I never donated that rib,

but maybe the rib wasn’t mine to keep.

The rib used to whisper,

“There’s no future with you.”

Yet Adam never said this to Eve.

They were the first lovers,

created by God’s own hands.

They were meant —

before even my missing rib was born.

Adam was lonely,

so God carved Eve from his side,

flesh of his flesh,

bone of his bone —

his missing rib.

Alexa, fill Eden with Adam’s smell. The garden feels incomplete without him.

And now, in this digital Eden,

Eve is still searching.

Not with prayers alone,

but with the help of Alexa too.

In this digital Eden,

many Bluetooth devices

are trying to connect,

but Eve is still paired

to the signal of her lost rib.

No new connection feels right.

Alexa, please accompany St. Anthony

— patron saint of lost things

and search for my missing rib.

For even saints and smart devices

must unite…

to help love find its way home.

And to bring back Adam to his Holy Eden.

In English, we say: "I lost my love."

But in poetry, we say:

"My Adam is missing from Eden,

and Eden has stopped smelling like Adam."

I hope Alexa will find my missing rib...