Lithium Carbonate

I do not like you; I do not like your power

It is not as if you can power my watch

Or turn my clockmind back to mimic your dull



White, so I pour water on you; my brain like a wet cat

Shakes paws, off off ghastly sticky thing you make me retch

Heaving up my milky opaque mind like a blunt knife – it



Is only good for an angry stab at my arm whilst drunk anyway

It needs stitches. Stitches, stitches? Something must be sewn up

Otherwise things will fall out and drop behind the couch or ‘neath



My bed. Oh lost it is lost, all is lost. Help me doctor, help me safe

Clinic. Draw my blood and check my levels. Are they alright? Are

They fine? Exhale then, all is cool you say! Hooray, hooray, in your



Book, pencil me in okay.

Next Thursday I’ll be less dead

More blunt

Much less shiny!

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I remember

the day I first read this, along with "table for one" ... and "scattering your ashes at Kalk Bay" ... there were more. I was riveted, mesmerized ... each one is a pearl of rare beauty, perfect in the rawness of its truth and observations. I am so inspired by your writing, and in awe of the power you have with words. Thank you.


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