Kelsey Chatlosh
Poem:
to be “at-risk”
to be a risk
to do things I haven’t done
yet
ever
to be too sad
to become angry
, too angry
to cross the line of rationality
to push that Borderline
MANIC
depressive
existential
poetic
genius
truly
madly
deeply
to be a risk for caring
too much
for wanting accountability
for taking breaks from this world and acting free
yep, too free
to be full, spilling out and over
to be too much, too intense, scary
to need medications to harness in your mind
to be living through a panic that won’t end
weeks-long and ongoing
slow, in waves
both the floor
and the mood swings
please don’t worry about me.*
worry about this damn harmful world.
worry about your complicity.
[*Unless you know how to get me paid mental health sick leave as a CUNY adjunct and/or how I can keep my NYSHIP without a fellowship and while on leave from adjunct-teaching. Seriously. Email me :)]
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