We're blind and fumbling,
crawling, like sewer rats,
and similarly diseased.
Our gods are small and
white and know how
to get the fever out.
We pack ice around
the head, boil the blood
until everything is dead.
We will be pure again.
We will be perfect.

11/28/2004

Author's Note: I've been taking antidepressants. Now all I want to write about are pills.

Posted on 12/03/2004
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