Heroin 2 Poem by Tamir Greenberg
Heroin 2
When the needle presses and enters your arm,
You'll sigh in surrender, as if in rapture.
Hunched for three minutes, in a world of your own,
You'll then lift your head, and you'll give me a smile.
By now it's routine. Bit by bit money's drained.
To provide for you I'll put the car up for sale.
At night, as we lie limbs and souls entwined,
I'll whisper: 'Tomorrow'll be better. It will.'
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