Sunday, January 16, 2011

poem for trazodone

How much sleep do I need?
All of it.

I’d rather be touched
than gazed upon, but

again, this depends
on the weather.

One of the side effects
of this medication is

that I’m always thirsty.
I wish less people

would love me,
so there would be less love

to take back.
Does this sound diabolical?

Anyone who thinks
I’d ever stop writing

because of him
takes himself

too seriously.
One of the side effects

is that the desert is everywhere,
all over your mouth.

1 comment:

Miss Thing said...

this is terrific, and devastating. xo