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I guess I liked it because it was green. That dripping green. The kind of green that you could suck on it, and its marrow would fill you up, that life-green. You could call it lush but see when someone says lush I just think of alcoholics and how they drown themselves so yes, they are lush, but so poison filled that if you licked them you’d die of their toxicity, if you smelled them you’d grow weak with their fumes. Not fertile either. See when someone says fertile I think of a poor deprived woman, weary and tired of giving birth because her husband doesn’t believe in birth control and she doesn’t want them anymore not really but loves them anyways of course and almost dies once in childbirth, her seventh I think, but her husband keeps on trucking.

No, this green was the algae on a pond in spring when it takes over and just smiles at you, proud to be a conqueror. Or the green of the bile at the end of your vomit, when you’ve expelled the last bits of water and food and now it’s just green and it bites you in the mouth, and you were dying before, almost dead at any rate, and now you’re alive and it’s green green green green.