I make light with a lantern made of papier-mache
It burns me as it shows the way
To a one-star resort with a welcoming glow
Leave the light on for me
Thinking makes it so.
Unzip in front of everyone
Welcome to the group
Let my neighbor touch my guts
She says, “You’re one of us.”
I’ve come to play
Making animals of clay
Breathing life into them to resuscitate myself
Then display them on my shelf.
The doctor comes to visit
What time is it?
Time for chess and checkers
And maybe Boggle, too
Suicidal girls play hangman
Since there’s nothing else to do.
Take my meds, off to bed
No nightmares to pollute my head.
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