Prozac Poem by Chris Tusa

Prozac

Rating: 4.4


Divine and white,
you’re an aspirin fit for the gods,
the powdery ghost of Gandhi
conjured into a bottle,
glorious as the bones of Buddha
ground into white dust.
How truly miraculous
the way you dissolve on my tongue,
like a peppermint, like a host—
the way you bury my grief
like a diamond ring, like a seed.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Souren Mondal 24 January 2016

As someone who had been put on Prozac (for a while) , and then been on Venlafaxine for more than half a year, I can really feel how strong this poem is. Thank you for sharing.

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celine charcoal 10 July 2005

no u r wrong, it is an Illy dwarf disguised in drages designed to turn your soul into a peaceful white spongy widow, so that you don't feel the cracks.

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Max Reif 10 July 2005

Well, Chris, You sure have a penchant for apt metaphors. 'the powdery ghost of Gandhi', I love it! (your other ones, too.) I tell you, if it's prozac That enables you to write like you do, I just may try it!

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