TETHER BALLS

I am not yet at peace with my medication.
Some days I feel like I play tether ball,
my selves anticipate the approaching danger
balls

swinging toward me but I can not see them
until I am smashed in the face,
mid-Jagger swagger,
lose my balance, and fall to my knees.

I cover my head with my hands.
Not even Julio on the schoolyard.
The ball bounces against the pole, slows
to a final click and the screen goes dark.

 

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