Curley head sinks rises up for air,
water separates limbs,
Arm over arm I swim. I need
Pills, have to
be exact (the terrifying cost).
I am a chemical
cocktail, have no idea I am,
I line up the bottles, four to make
well, three for side effects.
Crazy to be crazy: it’s normal. The
Store is a
lamb who wants to do my business.
The old chemical gods–
Officious. Pills are pills like
I howl late into the night, displaced.
Rummage through garbage
starving, starving, starving.
My poetry is both spare and lyrical. I write poetry to make sense out of my world. I have been published in Hudson View, Best Poem, Chronogram, Many Waters, Word Thursdays among other magazines. I have also been an instructor at Empire State College.