Lost Poem 4: Rx

Camonghne Felix

The psych on duty in triage
asks me if I want to die, and I say,

Not at the moment, no, but stay
tuned. I can charm my way out

of anything—including his seven-day
suggested stay, those ugly

gray mornings buzzing in infrasound.
I can save my own life just as easily

as I can pervert compounds of
ripe silence with just a mouth—

drown it out of its own sound.
This is what makes me perfectly

compatible with death,
me and my ability to finesse

choice out of desire, the talented
tenth of disassociation, the power

of being just a body within a body
of jewels.

Last updated May 16, 2023