The Madness Vase , by Andrea Gibson

The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables.Said if I could get down thirteen turnips a day

I would be grounded, rooted.

Said my head would not keep flying away

to where the darkness lives.
The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight.

Said for twenty dollars she’d tell me what to do.

I handed her the twenty. She said, “Stop worrying, darling.

You will find a good man soon.”
The first psycho therapist told me to spend

three hours each day sitting in a dark closet

with my eyes closed and ears plugged.

I tried it once but couldn’t stop thinking

about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet.
The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth.

Said to focus on the out breath. Said everyone finds happiness

when they care more about what they give

than what they get.
The pharmacist said, “Lexapro, Lamicatl, Lithium, Xanax.”
The doctor said an anti-psychotic might help me

forget what the trauma said.
The trauma said, “Don’t write these poems.

Nobody wants to hear you cry

about the grief inside your bones.”
But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi jumped

from the George Washington Bridge

into the Hudson River convinced

he was entirely alone.”
My bones said, “Write the poems.” 

― Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase: By Andrea Gibson

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s