quarantined
on a ship sailing
the Aegean Sea,
somewhere between
Venice and Athens.
stuck in our cabin
because of a Nora Virus
outbreak,
you looked at me
and said,
i didn't bring my meds
and i stopped going
to therapy
three months ago.
remember?
you never told me
about being bi-polar,
i just took you as being
fun and perky,
or sometimes really glum.
but there you were,
holding a steak knife
in your hand
dancing madly in your
bare feet as
the ship swayed.
on a scale of one
to ten, i asked you,
how crazy are you right now,
without your meds?
eleven, you said,
then lunged
towards me.
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