i look at the old
straight jacket hanging
in the closet
and laugh,
whew, i say, those were the days.
what a crazy ride
that was.
my books on exorcism
on the shelf.
the holy water.
the electro
shock therapy
equipment gathering
dust in the cellar.
the heavy DSM tome
keeping
the door open as it sits
on the floor.
self help books,
and discarded salmon packs.
memories of the way
we were.
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