Sunday, November 14, 2010

Confession #7

 Confession #7

Behind her, beyond sight,
in a black box, there is her stash,
her last laugh, the frightening bits
of her sad stains.  Smells like camphor

and licorice.  Black liquor.
Jagermeister, yes, it once made her sick.
She was through with it.

Now to this.  This bliss
in a bottle.  Stuck in a cardboard
box and shoved across the counter.
Take it, it's yours.  It's bliss

for a schizophrenic.  It's meant
to make you well, but it will
bleed you.   It'll make you feel
like sickle cell.

--Janann Dawkins' work has appeared in publications such as decomP, Existere, Mezzo Cammin, Ouroboros Review & Two Review, among others. Leadfoot Press published her chapbook Micropleasure in 2008. A graduate of Grinnell College with a B.A. in American Studies & twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, she resides in Ann Arbor, MI.

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