A packet of poems arrives in the box
I read them throughout a wasted day
during which, at one point in my paralysis,
I wonder about medication
medication I know to be a crock
based on false tests,
creating as much misery as it purports to cure
multi-billion dollar snake oil operations.
In the poems a worldview
Amazing, really, since the poet is a kid
I find myself writing in the guy’s cadence
what next, that MacArthur I’ve been banking on?