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Jul. 21st, 2005 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormLove #2
by maggie nelson
There was harmony in our midst; for a moment, it was sacred.
You told me to put an orange in my cunt, then watched me do it
with a small clementine seemingly made for that purpose.
Later you danced like an imbecile on the roof, calling yourself The Puppet.
The heroin you carried was the color of crushed camel.
I flushed bags of it down the toilet.
Once when you were comatose, I crawled on top
and looked down into a valley of sinuses.
Sat in silence. Did not pummel you awake. Did not
insist you promised to love me through this.
by maggie nelson
There was harmony in our midst; for a moment, it was sacred.
You told me to put an orange in my cunt, then watched me do it
with a small clementine seemingly made for that purpose.
Later you danced like an imbecile on the roof, calling yourself The Puppet.
The heroin you carried was the color of crushed camel.
I flushed bags of it down the toilet.
Once when you were comatose, I crawled on top
and looked down into a valley of sinuses.
Sat in silence. Did not pummel you awake. Did not
insist you promised to love me through this.
