I say "Hail Mary" but I don't believe it.
Instead, my mind keeps returning to
how the orange-brown bottle turns the pills from white.
The sanctuary is plastic. The Bible's got a side-effect list.
I know the chemistry of my brain. The atoms circling, wolf-like,
prepared to make a death cloud, waiting to make a bomb.
One eye rolled to the back of my head, the other
looking for salvation from pharmaceutical saints.
This is how you make decisions.
You pull the trigger, and hope you know
what the chamber is loaded with.

05/26/2005

Posted on 05/26/2005
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