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Poem Details
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| Title: | My First Lithium |
| Author: | Michael Byrne |
| Date Submitted: | 5/26/2005 |
| Email: | pgmjbyrne@bigpond.com |
| Poem: |
I was twenty-one, and high and mighty. I stomped to my psychiatrist, angry. I took a seat, felt better, turned mellow. I went in, happy as a child in snow. Then I asked him for an arm wrestle, got turned down. I began to whistle and asked the man where he went to school as if it mattered, where there were rules and always someone aberrant to break them. I had become much more interesting again. I sang happy songs to a portrait, a windowsill. He turfed me out, gave me water and a bitter pill to swallow, like the diagnosis, a habit I had to keep. Something I never had before, but needed, like sleep.... |