Poem for Thursday December 19 2024 No Thanks Jill
jill stockinger
If I could no longer
hear voices and see them
in rainbow colors, too,
my answer is no.
If it means giving up
the flavors of words
on my tongue by taking
medicine, I must say no.
If I would not hear
the specific musical note
of each number
as I add and subtract,
then I want nothing to do
with your offer of pills.
They'd only lead me into
a diminished world.
I would gladly welcome you
into my world that overflows
with an abundance
of mixed colors, smells, sounds
and tastes. If only you could
know the word ridiculous
like I do: it tastes sweet and sour
and comes out dressed in bright
pink and orange hues like a clown.
It always makes me laugh!
I see no way around this:
we stand on opposite sides
of a door that is locked
between us forever.
You say I would become
"normal" if only I'd take
one small pill each day.
That's like tearing wings off
a flying creature and telling it,
"Now you will walk on the ground
and be just like the rest of us,"
while you staunch the blood
where the wings had once
been attached, wings that had
provided ecstasy and escape.
Nedra Crowe Evers
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