• Casey Cantrell

Bipolar

For M.R.



You

smiling, possessed

by a folly of joy

You

sobbing, unsure if it’s grief

or chemistry

You

a walking

dose pulsing

along path

ways so fra

gile that a

thought can bre ak

You

smiling and

smiling and

smiling and

You

sobbing and

sobbing and

sobbing and

You

and You

and You

and You