Seroquel

Hello?

[are you out there are you listening can you hear me in this very quiet roaring that is probably only inside my ears do you read me on this radio, like the ones they find in horror movies, where you speak into a keyboard and you write your message for piano keys but the gist of what you’re saying is the same please can you help]

Me? I don’t know the address because I’m in the woods but there’s snow on the left sides of the branches and I think there’s someone crazy with an axe—

[behind me please he’s running faster and I’m slipping on the ice you probably won’t see him ‘cause he’s in my head but I promise I’m not wasting your time because after all]

I’m in the woods aren’t I? And I don’t know where I am… but you should know, the radio?

[have some way of finding it at least]

And you and I both know, Mr Policeman—

[who couldn’t pay for college and didn’t wanna work at the petrol station]

[thought it would be cool to snap some handcuffs]

that this is just a telephone and I’m sitting in the straight-backed chair in my kitchen, the address of which you have,

[already]

trying to make a call for help to the wrong people, ‘cause please God who wants to phone the loony bin and tell them soon you might owe them some money…

…and maybe a little more time, not when you think they might convince you that you could get better…

[and you’ll get home and see the straight-backed chair in the kitchen and just plain be too scared to phone the local cops, like the guy in 1984 who was made to love Big Brother, you’ve been made to LOVE living in the woods because you can’t get out, not anymore they’re in your head and you’re so damn tired of running]

I’m so damn tired of running

[from the man with the axe]

[my memory]

He’s

[coming].