Lamictal

I’ve done a lot of good things. Been
lipsticked and all dolled up, the concert-
master of my own devising. The half-price
Chanel smells of berried floralchouli; the new
pills are sweet summer roses. They bloom
against my teeth. Some people are simply
wired wrong, the doctor said, just like
Doctor Freud. And there’s not much to be
done about that. I bade him adieu; the water
of the shower ran red that night. If anyone
asked me what I made of her, my non-mad
self, I’d say she was as beautiful as a violin.
And that I’d take her to bed and brush her hair
and tuck her in, but would not take her back.