A course of serotonin
slinky little knives
incising trauma; … …
blindness explodes to fill
all fleeing niches—
and still the world is two-dimensional to the eye
(drops are no salve for tears)
⚕ Parents are not allowed to accompany patients after this point in the procedure Mrs O.
[only months later]
twitches and involuntary rituals
one gram of what
the schizophrenic ingests, in wholesale every day
⚕ A third operation will be necessary as the previous ones did not completely correct the astigmatism.
luckily my mother refused the third operation
but much later
I opened my eyes to the
❈‾for lobbing far-fetched associations at emergent outrages
while it streams <<through the electric cortex>>
slinging 3D metaphors at the pundasphere
¡ seed for shocking connections across lobes
mannerly squinted technicalities
married to rivers of consequences
Ganges and Danubes of revelation!
a career in disclosing to thousands
pirouettes and vaults ☓ thirty-five years
Quick — conjure a combustion
This poem was published in issue 2 of Waymark Literary Magazine.
June 28, 2020