I chew Xanax like Tums
to keep me from shaking.
Anxiety screams to me for
attention to her cruelty.
I lose my mind in her hole
to wonderland where the
queen of hearts takes heads
fields of poppies let us dream
of Kansas and dust gone wild
tornadoes take us where we
need to be after all in a barn
Tin man, Scarecrow, Lion.