Today's poem is by Maggie Nelson
A truck came, a truck
full of morphine. I had ordered
the truck to come. It came
and filled the yard, until
I was lavender, then
lead. This was before I became
a body trying to exit itself
through a stick. In the meantime,
my soul wandered into a corner
of the lobby, holding a sack
of popcorn. It was waiting to see
if its services would be further
required. If only I could have found
the right words, a friend told me
I would never have attempted it.
I nodded, but I didn't believe.
Copyright © 2012 Maggie Nelson All rights reserved
from Court Green
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