Be Softer With You. You Are A Breathing Thing. A Memory To Someone. A Home To A Life.

Circe Invidiosa by John William Waterhouse (1892)

Just because I worked there does not mean I am not sick

I should be institutionalized, but I know all of their tricks

(I know I’m slipping further into mental illness to an alarming degree but I’m too traumatized from working in a psychiatric hospital to seek more intensive help than my weekly therapy and nightly Lexapro. I saw how my patients were treated and I quit because of it. Becoming one of them is a terrifying prospect)

Ossuaries, Dionne Brand

Trying to tame the electricity in my veins

Trazodone, Xanax, Abels and ‘caines

I think this weekend I’ll go on an alcohol bender

But at least drinks are free when you’re the bartender.

The Galena Evening Times, Kansas, January 18, 1900

“When I die, leave my body in the woods. The wolves will be gentler than any man.”

-unknown

wet evening in April by Patrick Kavanagh

Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson, from “If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho,” (x)