Southern Review, The - Haldol
Sunday, December 28th, 2008 I’ll wear a long-sleeve shirt with cuffs
for protection–never restrain
an escalated girl alone–since the night
the Haldol wore so thin
she sputtered saliva and flung her weight
against each lock on the ward
I’d bolted, tight as the door of seclusion,
which only opens out
so she can’t kick it shut and trap us in.
That night her teeth chewed the skin up
and down my arms,…
