Lexapro

I’m rattled on the inside 

Like the brain concussing against the steel wall of my unbreakable skull

The dusk gleams off my helmet as I ride onward

Famine
–

But that’s okay

I’ve come to expect this sort of treatment

Starved for meaning and The Word

Like dopamine on loan

With interest payments
–

Put what remains in a can

Flush the body of blood and leave us

In isolation

At the head of the charge

Generating and regenerating 

Brain cells that weren’t there before.