The First Thing You Learn in the Psych Ward is That Anything Can Be a Weapon

by Cassidy Black 

light    doctor     ex-lover   medical slurs 
footsteps    in the corridor    plastic cup 
parties    music television    small veins    blood 
shortage    cigarette breaks    frosted flake 
breakfast    late afternoon    puke 
showerhead    combed hair braided    late- 
night infomercials    alligator wrangler 
strange    sweet    medication from 
the nurse’s    station 

wrist wrapped    in gooey gauze    mother’s 
tongue sharp    through the telephone 
collarbones jutting    brainwashed by 
an emergency    room crisis    sweet black 
thunder    cries voices lost    in thought    brain 
waves illuminated    flashlight    dreams 
that dissolve    like an antidepressant    sitting 
on the tired    tongue too long 

 

About the Author:

Cassidy Black is a psychology student, Libra sun, and postcard collector from rural Pennsylvania. Her work has appeared in Rising Phoenix Review, Ghost City Review, and Recenter Press Poetry Journal, among others. 

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