the only memory i can cling to
from this past summer
after bilateral and unilateral
electro convulsive therapy
consists of a happy psychiatrists face
so close to mine
like a polariod snapshot
before he put me under for procedure after procedure
and erased time
which never was mine to begin with
sending me home
with an entire bottle of
percocet
which was gone
in days
flat
but desperate times often call for desperate measures
and he saved my
life
no doubt
(9/15/09)
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