the tingle in my blood –  is it?

physical or ethereal

is my body attacking me, or yet

another waking-dream?



There is something in me that wants to return 
To the bleached white walls and the chemical-room
To the soft silent plain of the starched stiff sheets
And the endless night where I wake and sleep.

The waiting breeds new agony
But the sleeping-room brings me release
I warmly breathe in the numbed-up night
Where the painless hours finally find



Perhaps my Name will change again
And pity will flood their eyes. 
Maybe my gaze will scream, “I’m fine!”
While they shake their heads
 and smile. 

Who will I become? What new
Label will crawl into my blood
What stamp will march across my face 
And leave its inky, staining trace
What wrong allele now needs to be healed?

I burrow into sleep until the great reveal.