- chemicals with lyrical names.
- serotonin famine in my brain--
- magic liquids interacting
- boiling dry, boiling over
- into potent rage,
- synaptic fire flashing.
- lightning courses down my spine
- clenching itself around my gut
- squeezing upward past my heart
- spilling onto my face, salt-fresh.
- the flower struggles against the bee,
- succumbs, wilts, dies.
-
- across the room, i watch my body,
- hear my voice saying words not mine.
- fingernails carving
- bloody half-moons in my palms.
- activity becomes a complex calculus,
- half-remembered, as a dream.
- standing up requires
- fifty-three separate movements,
- forty-nine of which are too tiring
- to even contemplate.
- sobbing, on the other hand,
- takes no planning.
21 Jan 1992 09:48
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