Day Four

Day four was on a Monday. During my intake, which was a Thursday night, I was told they can only legally hold me for 72 hours. So on Monday, I knew that they couldn't keep me any longer. The doctors had barely spoken to me over the weekend. I met with the psychiatrist on Friday [...]

Day Two

On Thursday, June 27th my parents tried to force me to see a therapist of their choosing. They said they were worried I was going to hurt myself and wanted me to get help. So they showed me a business card for a crisis center in Brockton. It had only one phone number and no [...]

Daddy Drinks; a ghazal

I was four years old when I learned how to make a “daddy drink” Ice, gin, ginger ale / that’s the only thing my daddy drinks For half the week I’d play bartender / scribble orders in crayon Then run off to the kitchen / pour, mix & serve my daddy drinks On the other [...]