this, prayer iv and the next two or three poems were all written together in an online workshop at a time I felt flat, especially for writing, and so, of course, wrote about that . . .

iv (2020)

medicine smooths the wrinkles of my mind
quite unnecessarily most of the time
administered like a government policy
without a note of all my idiosyncrasy
it blames me for what it itself provokes
primitive self self fulfilling prophet
it offers not life but something else

A. H / K. H-H (27th April 2020)