TO JESUS AT THE MENTAL WARD

TO JESUS AT THE MENTAL WARD
Dominick Damo

You protested life so much
you made up your own friends
No one can see them but you—invisible conversation.
Your hands, too weak to hold a cigarette, body dissociated.
In your mind, crossing the street as if the cars do not exist.
Yell out to your friend—“there’s one!”
speech too rapid to process, brain waves connecting with radios and stars
You hear everything.

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