The Privilege of Right Mind
My phone emits a pleasant chime
a daily reminder to take my pill
No longer do I flail against the label
prime candidate for lifetime medication
I learned there are far worse things
than admitting illness the dishwater tinge
seeping into my vision the melted lead
heaviness of my limbs and a sense
of time spinning like an old radio dial
static bursts then the strange gleam
of a decade from childhood from before
my birth
M. Stone is a bookworm, birdwatcher, and stargazer who writes poetry and fiction while living in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in San Pedro River Review, SOFTBLOW, Calamus Journal, and numerous other print and online journals. She can be reached atwritermstone.wordpress.com.