Sanity (A Poem)

Disclaimer: I am not in danger of hurting myself

Sanity

I came home manic today

Yelling into the phone

Walking the streets of Nyack

Some homeless person tried to

Ask me for money

And I wanted to ask

If they could be so generous

With their sanity

See,

I swallow capsules

Like they are prayers

And those asylum doors

Swing shut as an “Amen”

I know that’s where I belong

Where I am safe

From sharp objects and intrusive thoughts

Have you ever been so fucked up you thought

A wrist was a canvas?

I’m confused

My mind feels like an oven

Cooking dangerous ideas

I bet you thought I was okay

When you started walking

Down the street

Before you realized my phone was dead

And I was only talking

To myself