What the Psychiatrist Prescribes

A collection of poems tracing medication through memory, capturing how it feels rather than how it is prescribed.

Cold metal against warm thighs. Trading autonomy for the ride.

Prepubescent bodies, tween girls all sit. Gossiping and giggling, white teeth glitter.

You're 60 feet underwater in a quarry in middle North Carolina. At this depth, the UV rays don't reach.

Nine months of planning, an eight-hundred-dollar plane ticket. You step off the plane— mirage of hope filling the crisp air.

You stand on the banks of the glassy reflection. Chartreuse grass plush underneath your weight. The mirrored leaves dance in the tides.

Walking through the woods...