Chris Tusa

Rookie (01.01,72 / New Orleans, Louisiana)


Poem by Chris Tusa

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 about Prozac by Chris Tusa

  • Souren MondalSouren Mondal (1/24/2016 9:58:00 AM)

    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.(Report)Reply

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  • celine charcoal (7/10/2005 5:07:00 PM)

    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.(Report)Reply

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  • Max Reif (7/10/2005 9:43:00 AM)

    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!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 9, 2005