Topamax

A Poem by anaisbelieve

i swallowed my
Topamax just
now it got me
thinking about
conciousness,
diverted river
flows electrical
storms peace
and war. The
thin slice preventing
me from becoming
vacant. The theorist
every practicing
neurologist is-
my brain on the
screen- can they
locate my fault
lines? where i
would fade?
which side is
more diseased?
which side is
spouting the lies?
when i am on
that cot it's only
a version of I
and you- I will
not recall your
words, I will
not recall your
promises or mine
at all.
Where is the
"I" I am
the rest of
the time? Checked
into a hotel
of the brain
my hyppocampus
should have
something better
to say. this
time around. i
gave it a gift
i swallowed my
topamax just
now.