NaPoWriMo #22

Postcards from the Mentally Ill

Let fly a culture of Freudian slip
between the legible
black on white
indelible ink, imperative:

I was not involved with my cousin Carol.

as though the recipient
has power to prescribe dignity,
lost to diffraction patterns
in boyhood mishap.

Otherwise a foul in genealogy.

Yet heightened amiability,
the fact you know the middle-name,
despite impossibility
licks my stamp

but perhaps is perturbing.

Ominous •
your still using telegram stops • as big as
squashed flies •
on a square no bigger than • a chapbook fly leaf •

One mind in staccato rhythm.

A simple admission
that quirks are not faults
despite harm.
Stability is a priori

the human condition: a smidgeon of
grit to the egg and the chicken.

.

If my Pa reads this: we are still open to make that coffee-table book using the same title.

Piece,

Fionn Coughlan-Wills.