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madness

You can’t test for it in the blood – 
looking for psychotic spores, 
like tiny black roses – 
or feel the part of the brain that is broken
with the flat of your hand, 
like a shattered collarbone or thumb.
nor in an x-ray 

Nor do you find a type - B Rh+, 
x

an extent of deficiency of vitamin G, 
a supplement that you can eat
to be normal again
like the other people.

If sadness was fever, and you could say for sure
that anything above 38 degrees was bad
if you could specify how many units of
suicidal thoughts were indicative
and which hydroxide would act on an
unkind thought,
and an erratic action.

If only the cause was an extra skein you had
underneath your skin
and all you needed was an operation
and not balance

if all you needed was to find that part
that made you this way.

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