Lithium
I can feel my neurosis starting to shift in my body-
Like a slow motion wave of panic.
The dread of conflicting rhythms in my organs,
Of the mind uncaged
Of electrical misfires-
I’m like a hydrophobic rabid Old Yeller
Deeply dehydrated.
I’ve walked this floor-
I’ve heard these threats of perpetual imprisonment
For the crime of genetics.
The terms of probation are permanent-
Abstinence from alcohol,
Biweekly blood tests,
And I’ll do anything
To manage the madness.
Just give me my meds.
This poem is about:
Me
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