Two poems a day keeps the mental illness away. Do I give you a trigger warning, this time? Or can you do without a disclaimer today? No one prepared me for disaster so I’m doing the same for you. Be grateful, sis. Brother, I’m barely there, beating. Put my poem in paragraph form–been seeing others do it, call it sheep behavior, my following. Ba-ba-batshit crazy. A brain dump or a transfixion of words, the world impaling me with its back-stabbing slashes. Skip a rock, skip work, Skip Bo (Peep). I name my guitar Giddy Up, saddle up the strings. D chord defiance, call it discordant. I pledge allegiance to my fledging, paper wings.

L.W.