see brightness: a blog on hope & mental health. i’m a freshly minted doctor, educator, advocate, & writer who has been shacking up with bipolar since 2000.
Between the whispers of my red scraped lips
I watch myself erupt through dilated slits
I remember how she grew furiously exasperated
As I winced and wriggled and aspirated
My lungs clogged with snot and tears and feeble gasping
And I tried to croak out, my voice strained and rasping
The Catholic Church three blocks behind my house is setting off fireworks.
Flashes and bangs, fizzing and popping, and incessant sparkling and snapping are taking over the neighborhood.