Uzzier

You get kind comments
You have to say

So kind you would presume
You would have to kick them

All too quickly away

You dream the daffiest phrases
In your hallucinatory naps

That never ride out the hour—
It used to be treasonably fantastic—

And then someone knocks at your door

Another medicine needle
Another set of questions

And fluttery or firm suggestions
We need to do this to get you well

Another buzzer buzzier bell