S T R E S S — I N D U C E D C A R D I O M Y O P A T H Y
Based on the poems in sam sax’s madness.
i’m hidden away in a room-like mausoleum
that holds the sum of my life in little things
& think my life should be full like the room
are you sick? you don’t sound ok
yeah, just a cold______you know how it is______college
yeah, i feel you. i just got back
funny how we excuse our bodies’ sickness as passing,
inevitable we know stress, the weather, & all sorts of
things make us sick_____we know that illnesses pass
from person to person_invisible creatures that live in
the valleys of our hands______but we are continually
mystified by the mind.
are you glad to be home?
you sound like you’re crying, are you ok?
no, just sick
no matter the stress, the weather,____& all sorts of things
no one asks if the girl i held hands with gave me anything
no one asks what i gave back to her____________nothing
