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. 

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