Pretend Rx

Today, my disease is lack of sleep

My symptoms are/aren’t depression

These fine spindles–these grains of flour

Peak between them–see the yellow flower

Mistrust

Like missed-the-bus

Got off at the wrong stop

Between here and nowhere

Between love and lust

Between lust and death

Between death and grave

Between grave and rust

Between rust and ash

Ash and air

Air and breath

And newborns

And lost shoes

And that weathered string about to pop

And be tied back together again to keep lost shoes

On wandering feet

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