May 02
Three Pills and Two Different Sighs He sat at his two-chair table after work. His forearms heavy in the apartment’s kitchenette. He sipped black gunpowder from a chipped and stained ceramic coffee mug, and stared at three pill bottles sitting across from him. The ups and downs of being bipolar were down down down again, …
Mar 07
I Took Jackson Pollock To The Psychiatrist I had a psychiatrist appointment so I got out of bed early and gathered all the worms I could find there were none the birds did not sing it was February I wore mittens over my ears I put a bullet proof vest over my heart wore my …
