poetry

Rosemary’s procedure.

abstract background black and white board

I used to like roses,
and a stiff drink-
maybe?
I can’t recall now,
it makes the scar itch.

They said I argued too much,
“quarrelsome and prone to hysterics”-
footnotes to an epithet (or is it epitaph?)

Sometimes my skull aches,
and sometimes I forgetthereisaspacebetween
my
self,
like a pocket of air
beneath the skin.

(helpless blood pooling
into a nice white space)

I don’t know why
I’d bang and scream,
why I’d claw at my arms
and let things vex me so much,
claw at their eyes
and let them vex me so much.

Troublesome;
but they had a cure,
a treatment for tempests
drinking from tea cups-

I told them
I told them
I don’t like the blankness
filling up my mind—

did you know
I used to like roses
and a stiff drink?

© Nancy Botta, 2019

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21 thoughts on “Rosemary’s procedure.

  1. Love this so much, and it’s so well written. I love how you play with the words and spaces! I’m not sure if you know who Emilie Autumn is, but this sounds like it could be straight from another patient in her book “The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.”

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