your breath sweet like oranges
and your fingers bitter like their rinds.
can an aura be a sound? i’d like to think sonic waves of a 1970s organ surround me but it’s probably actually just devilish negativity instead. is that schizophrenia? i spend (maybe) too much time worrying about schizophrenia. if it’s coming, it will be here soon. my schizophrenic uncle brought a friend from his halfway house to thanksgiving dinner this year. her tongue hung out of her mouth; my mother later told me this is an effect of anti-psychotic medicine. the woman asked me if i knew her daughter and of course i didn’t and as my mother worried whether to give her a knife i wondered what i could stare at instead of that huge piece of turkey hanging from her mouth. “i guess it’s good eddie has a friend,” my mother said to me after we dropped them off. yeah, i guess it’s also good to find something positive in every extremely shitty situation. why can’t i do that?
