'What you are struggling with,' said
the psychologist, 'is
a continuous song, something like
a telephone's tone. Nebulous, noncommittal,
to give you messages it can't deliver.
Because the body is unattached. It is,'
he said, 'like a valentine sent
out cold, beautiful, brittle as tomorrow's
deja-vu, but distortedly misaddressed.
These pills will help you
somewhere where the lace ends up loose
and the paste is still humming
all about you.