TheFeatheredSleep – A review of Cordelia Feldman’s “In Bloom” and a poem it inspired.
(Inspired by reading Cordelia Feldman’s novel In Bloom, reviewed after this poem).
When the rush comes
questions like: Why are you doing drugs? Are you an
Do you realize how inappropriate it is?
Bad choices lead to worse choices. Slippery slopes. Killed brain cells.
Those questions seem irrelevant
for, that which you have searched
seemingly before awareness, birth, first flickering
is surrounding you and the fucking magic of it
is holding sorrow so far away
you can’t recall the last time you felt its fingers
closing around your throat in possession.
misery, self-hatred, dysfunctional thinking, dysthymia
depression, malaise, disorder, horror, they
have long sat at your scarred table
munching on your best intentions
not to throw yourself from a bridge
just because every day is so painful.
Parents show the whites of their eyes
like distrusting horses being inspected
for cavities and you are…
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