Over questioning blue
eyes
Marilyn's hair's an
orange tornado.
Like any product of an
environment
I believe in nature
versus nurture.
The craziest I ever
acted
was during my six weeks
in psych.
My psych ward bingo
card
squares would say -- wait
--
Maybe I should grid
this
in terms of good and
neutral
Chaotic and evil crazy:
good crazy is letting a
tiny
Mother into my bed to
bring her
off with my finger and
wake up
Together under the dark
gaze
of that day's orderly.
Neutral crazy is spitting
out
my pills; their too-low
dose
Of MDMA is evil crazy.
Chaotic crazy is running
Corner to corner barefoot
on polished vinyl floor.
Lawful crazy is my dad
looking
in through bulletproof
glass.
Marilyn has smoking
privileges.
There's an
ex-psychiatrist
Strapped
to his bed.
Rebecca Rustin is a freelance copywriter and translator in Montreal, Quebec, with poems
in Pioneertown, PRISM, Train and talking about strawberries all of the time.
the
Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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