Oh, ok.

11;47AM, 10/14/14

 

 

 

I'm at the psychiatrist office

and the tall girl in the tan corduroys

is clutching my chart against her

chest like a child

minutes after being scolded.

And i'm asking, what did I do

but not be able to sleep

with a melatonin level at 3

when 10 is operative to drag

the witch thru the covers.

But what of the jackleg

mechanic disguised as my neighbor

working on his 94 Reviera at 2 am,

or the dog howling at the

fire truck thinking its a call

from God. Its, not.

And what of safe harbors

or forgiveness, or the spot

that appears above my left ear

that the Dr. calls stress? And

I tell the woman who calls me

into a lonely room

to presumedly check my vitals,

what the f**k does this have

to do with me going mad? And

she says, I didn't want to frighten you,

and all the while i'm

thinking of how mother would

so disapprove of me

swearing.

Reviews

[Tree]

Ah, s**t. Did I just say that? sorry, mom... This is a fantastic poem. Perfect breaks, flow, and meaning; deep meaning. And you even managed to get me to crack a smile more than once, mind you. But it wouldn't be a d rush poem if it didn't tug at a string or two, and here it tugged at a few. Excellent work. I want to be this witty, surly, and funny at my next doctor's visit.

Diego Paz

[h d e rushin]

so he charges my insurance 146 dollars for a 15 minute consultation and a bottle of melatonin
which cost (and I priced it, 3.75 cents) and I go home and watch Matlock reruns until
the nightly news comes on where all the news is about Ebola and how it will ruin mankind.
And it just might..

[m.s.early]

H, Even your comments are stingy and luscious :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A piece that flows perfectly, a fantastic insight, well done.

[W.k.kortas]

Nobody, and I do mean nobody, can take a freeze-frame in time and make it into something that sings like you do.

[Horizon K.]

Sleep deprivation can be incredibly detrimental, for without that cyclic lunar drop into dreams, your mind might find other ways to explore, lapse momentarily into the subconcious, and then remembered as if waking from a dream. Art can be found there though, for on one all nighter, while defying the fierce pull of sleep, I wrote what will probably always be, my favorite poem of all, in the space between awake and madness and dreams...
A really fantastic poem Dana-- what Diego says-- about breaks and flow and meaning and attitude.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Ha! "didn't want to frighten you"

and at the psychiatrist's office yet---

the whole world is going mad...so is to say we are mad?
i also found myself relating to this...being at the doctor this week....not knowing what my ailment was...being dizzy, weak etc. and the nurse says "well your blood pressure is a little high"

well, duh!

i am at the doctor's office trying to find out what is wrong with me...of course i have higher blood pressure!

Oh ok...yes, i like that title...kind of a sign of indifference...okay fine, i'm mad...so ???

[waif]

Sometimes it seems like everyone knows something that they're not wanting to tell you. Like the doctor who holds back, who you're sure holds back looking at you in that way people do -knowingly. Holding secrets and trying to remember which ones are ok to let go of. I love about this how it explores that need to explain. I do this, I mean think of excuses for why I haven't met certain goals health wise or what have you, and there's that need to make it right by stating the outside factors and hoping that putting them out there will be the thing. The magic thing. The thing that makes it all fall together. This is funny, like how we need to laugh when all we'd like to do is scream or cry -but also it's ominous. And like reality, keeps hanging back with uncertainty. In light of all other things.