a friend of mine once
asked me if one of
my poems was about
someone who had been
brainwashed. i simply
answered "no" and silenced
the thought, for the
poem had been about
myself. in the week to
come, i came to realize
that yes, in fact, i had been
brainwashed. my sadness
had brainwashed me and
now my fried brain has
destroyed any thought of
recovery. the sadness
is addictive.
escape
while
you
can.