in a heavy fog I am swallowed
washed out of my skin
peeled at every layer

any doctor could take a bite
chart my territory in a book
mark me for my subjects
and when they are through

sertraline is waiting
she is gray
she is blue
she matches me in mood

and I
treat her better
than strawberry fields

her ability is greater
her strength is true
and when I take her
I am washed away
washed away

a different kind of new

The Rule Is This

bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety, borderline personality disorder Photo by Jacob Mejicanos on Unsplash

I am not a rule or a thumb
I am after the math changes
like when he comes and then leaves

on the black pavement, they don’t move –
they are yellow and dead
and glued by storm

without lightning, I cannot burn
without worship, I am empty
words do not matter

but I want them all
the words
the matter
the exalt

If I bleed out – don’t scream at me
for doing it wrong