She doesn’t have the psychic strength
to watch the news. Everything is sliding
down, even the mute button is broken.
I thought the medicine in the drum
is hiding in his long dark hair that if
he would sing a medicine song,
beat the drum, and let down his magical
hair like waterfalls, the dark spirits
would flee like sunbathing tourists
when tsunami hits the shore.
The remedy is not on the shelves
like Tylenol, unfortunately, that I
cannot grab a quick fix on the go
with an affordable exchange
and an expectable outcome
in less than 4 hours.
Unfortunately, the medicine is not
in the prescription, nor the description
of the chronic symptoms. In fact, it may
be part of the poison that causes
the original infection.
By entrusting my healing to
someone else, I gave myself a
death sentence. Like washing
hands in the golden basin
to deny my partnership
in this crime.
By Gracelynn Lau