A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Spell for Feeling Different

He used to say, I just want to feel different
But all she knew were children's games

Capture-the-flag all manic spring
Swiping smiles & frowns across her face

Medicine in the forest
Cash crops & government pills

Herbs out in the desert
Numb or cure those ills

She'd try to help him feel different
He'd say he always felt the same

What's whipping through her veins
Doctors haven't yet given a name

The priestess rose up from the water
Then sank down with the rains

He'd say, I just want to feel different
She said she always felt the same

1 comment:

  1. The sound and the movement and the words all make me feel sad, except "What's whipping through her veins/
    Doctors haven't yet given a name" which, in connection with the sound and movement, also make me feel a sort of ecstasy