Poem
Bipolar Blanket
Published in
1 min readFeb 7, 2024
It’s not you, dear comforter, it’s me
Awake but not up,
I am even unable
to reach the cup
on my bedside table.
Water would soothe
my sandpaper tongue.
But I just can’t move.
It’s not you, dear comforter, it’s me
Awake but not up,
I am even unable
to reach the cup
on my bedside table.
Water would soothe
my sandpaper tongue.
But I just can’t move.
Based on Actual Events: Award-winning journalist and essayist.