pirouette on a brain cell, there’s a landmine inside my head
there’s a memory that drifts like an iceberg and sinks like
a ship. there’s water just about to spill over the edge of
the table but everyone’s too busy talking to notice, there’s
an acid lake where the children are going swimming behind
my eyes. there’s love and there’s the inability to let go.
there’s a tightrope horizon and a fragile glass ego with peat-
moss fingers, and eyes the color of krishna underwater.
there’s the river under moonlight and the bridge you have
never crossed. there are doctors and there are healers,
and yes, there is a difference. there are people who spend
their lives in hospitals and there are people who feel like
they’ve never really left. there’s a flash of lucidity and then
it’s gone. there are watches that never have the right time,
and there are people who make you think it’s never the right
time. there are fish upturned and you think this must be how
your dreams feel. there’s seeking and then there are things
that you’re never going to find because they’ve been buried
too deep and too long. there’s prozac and there’s lithium
and there’s god. there are some things you just can’t forget,
and some things that you will never, ever forgive. there’s me
and you and there’s a map drawn on my heart and the edges
are starting to burn.