Her pain’s the medicine I swallow to
help demolish disorders driven through
my skull since kindergarten, a cocktail
of Welbutrin, Prozac, Zoloft, Paxil.
I drown the stowaways oppressing me–
depression and social anxiety–
in tears she sheds along with family–
her mother, sisters, brothers. Slavery
to tides defined three decades, but the stings
inflicted by her hubby grant me wings
to fly above Egypt toward Babel’s peak,
plumed with purple petals above her cheeks.
Beneath the gold veneer of smiles she feigns,
I ravish bitter fruit and smile again.


Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s