Monday, April 15, 2013

To be sane.



The man beside me twitches
another cannot not curse
and that child woman
over there
seems to suffer the world
like me.

I sit and wait for the doctor
who would see inside
my head.

The poorest come here
with me.
We cannot afford
a stable mind,
the pills and therapy
of our betters.



We cannot afford to be

sane.