Klonopin.

you tickle my frontal lobe
a bubble in my forehead
a reminder that sixty years ago
I might've been biting sticks
and watching my fingernails spark.

fair skin never marked with Haldol
I lie here and forget what I was trying to forget
mother's little helper
daughter's little enabler
but I have the permission note
to sit out of gym class today
so fuck off and I'll hold
your jewelry on the bench.

don't touch me with kind hands
if you touch me with kinds hands
you will remind me of the touch of kind hands
and we can't have that, we can have that in here.

I can't make sense now
I want to tell you
I want to call and say
I think I started to go a bit crazy
and sorta wanted to go star spinning
down the length of Grand Street.

And lately I can't help but miss
jumping, leaping, dancing, skipping
but I can't tell you this
I can't tell you this either --

that right now I wanna be naked in Times Square
just to pretend that it's a dream
and that the cold and eyes can't touch me.