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I woke around 4 AM and wrote:
I'll be your Prometheus and sin against the gods and feed you my liver every day, I'm a woman and a glutton for punishment and I like to be generous, I'll give what I'm not supposed to give and you'll take what you're not supposed to take and this will be the expression of my love, I like being the thing you taste and I like growing organs back from dreams, I like the distant glint of men's fires as you tear me open, I like the stone beneath me and the sky above me and the pain within me and I was made to be punished, my body trumps love and my pain trumps fire and the eagle comes at dawn, I envy the eagle its appetite and I envy men their need, I need nothing and I hunger for nothing and I was made for giving, I'll be a woman and I'll be made for giving and take my joy in the stone I'm chained to, growing an organ hurts more than yielding it, the liver carries its own knowledge, you're warm as fire in me and so's my blood, my blood cooling on stone is the expression of my love, you'll never taste these other organs though I try to give them, so much is left intact as you fly away, every night I am left to my dreams.
I'll be your Prometheus and sin against the gods and feed you my liver every day, I'm a woman and a glutton for punishment and I like to be generous, I'll give what I'm not supposed to give and you'll take what you're not supposed to take and this will be the expression of my love, I like being the thing you taste and I like growing organs back from dreams, I like the distant glint of men's fires as you tear me open, I like the stone beneath me and the sky above me and the pain within me and I was made to be punished, my body trumps love and my pain trumps fire and the eagle comes at dawn, I envy the eagle its appetite and I envy men their need, I need nothing and I hunger for nothing and I was made for giving, I'll be a woman and I'll be made for giving and take my joy in the stone I'm chained to, growing an organ hurts more than yielding it, the liver carries its own knowledge, you're warm as fire in me and so's my blood, my blood cooling on stone is the expression of my love, you'll never taste these other organs though I try to give them, so much is left intact as you fly away, every night I am left to my dreams.