By Matthew Freeman
I promise you that I’ll never arrive
at an imperfect conclusion. I will tell you,
this new Vraylar
is making me feel things I haven’t felt
in twenty-seven years. It’s like
no time has passed and once again
I’m an angry young man. I guess I have to pass
through the narrow place. And I’m abject—
I couldn’t afford a cigarette lighter—and God
surely wants it that way.
I just have to be careful
with my body language, my performative,
so I don’t give anyone
the wrong idea.
I don’t understand what went wrong today
with my diabetes shot
but I got blood over everything
as I danced to the sink and tried to
clean myself up.
It was quite an experience
for a guy so used
to doing nothing.
Matthew Freeman writes about his recovery from a dual diagnosis and his time spent at Parkview Place. His next book, Dopamine and the Devil, is forthcoming from Coffeetown Press. He holds an MFA from the University of Missouri-Saint Louis.