Chronic

I ignore the pain, pretend

self-immolation of my brain

is normalcy. Well, normal

for the me I’ve been

the past 10 years.

Oh no, that’s not an icepick

sticking out from front

and back, it’s just 

the hat I wear. How chic.

I don’t go out, the sun

too bright, the trees

too loud, I’ll try

again tomorrow.

Of course, there’s nothing

wrong with me, I’m

simply chronically

crazy.

published in The Interstitial