Live. Love. Lithium.


I want to talk about the hospital UNO wild card
On which someone had written
Live. Love. Lithium.
Here we are
In this den of benzos and pudding cups
Playing UNO for the five hundredth time
With our mental health worksheets
Half crumpled on the table
No-slip sock feet pulled up on our chairs
Coloring pages
And the lone copy of John Green's Looking for Alaska
(In which a young girl dies—uh—by suicide
How'd that shit slip through the cracks)
And half the 18 to 25 year olds in here
Rolling dry hair over dry fingertips
Know exactly what it feels like
To have that awful salt poison
Getting you out of bed in the morning
So you can give your 6 AM vitals
With just a little more zest
In your medicated step
And me, I like my lithium
With a little love
And a little goddamn
Life.

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