by Dana Jaye Cadman
Girl don’t think it
Tardive dyskinesia; tardive dyskinesia
Calendar calendar calendar calendar
Tardive dyskinesia
Synesthesia I think blue I think shades of blue
Girl stop he doesn’t want you
Got onna plane
Got onna plane
Girl stop
Look up at the calendar don’t think calendar
Don’t think it
Maybe the therapist says maybe think maybe
Maybe everything will break and ruin
Maybe it won’t he says
So what if you’re not perfect so what
Everything doesn’t have to be so yes or no
Yes I think that’s true
Say the longest word you can
Say the longest most escape you can’t stop
The most always the most right I think of it
So many shades of blue
Citrus blues
Citrus is a vibe in every sense
A perfect blue sense
The sky collapsing until I’m outside of it
Think how big the universe is
The longest biggest sky until it’s not sky
And it’s not so black and white is it
It’s not so right
What if everything does blow up
It’s blowing up anyway everywhere infinite
And that’s not a bad thing
Dark dark blue
Don’t get so stuck on that
Dana Jaye Cadman is a poet, writer, and artist. Her work recently appears or is forthcoming in Conduit Magazine, Four Way Review, The Glacier, Third Coast Magazine, and elsewhere. She is Assistant Professor and Director of Creative Writing at Pace University, Pleasantville. See more at danajaye.com
This poem previously appeared in The Glacier Journal.