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  November 2004
volume 2 number 4
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Matthew A. Barraza
November 2004
   

 

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Madame Aperture

    This is a single, employed, 37 y.o. Mexican American male admitted to Humanity Hospital on 10/2/68. Pt has dark hair, eyes and light complexion. He is appropriately dressed and groomed. Pt reportedly born to a fractured, chaotic household, but counters: "Although my home has been broken, it was the best home I ever had." Historical data indicates previous affiliation with criminal/violent subcultures, but denies current involvement and has no apparent charges/holds. Pt presents as OX3, and MSE was unremarkable, but he did deny knowing current U.S. President's name. Fund of knowledge appropriate, but was apt to quote movies and songs during intake interview. Affect is generally flat and mood dysphoric. Chief complaint: depressive sx and insomnia but will not elaborate, stating only: "I've always been this way. This is how it's supposed to be." Was able to contract for safety. Currently refusing medication and is resistive to treatment. Pt admitted with an AWOL precaution. Denies DTO/DTS plans/intentions.
pink3694@earthlink.net

   

 

On the Couch Eating Pistachios, This Tends to Happen

He didn’t have a lot left at the end of the day

he sat in front of the monolith giant big screen

black hole ennui vacuum sucking up pistachios

frozen yogurt and Grape Nuts feeling content,

somewhat chiseled but just as unwanted and horrified

as he ever had. The talking heads were depressing

and the bombs fell under darker skies.

He bemoaned all the women in those countries

that would never get him. He drove the metal beast

with a cell phone clipped to his disappearing ear

mouthing the words to other people’s lives

imitating intimacy with her still at the back of his mind.

He’d mimic clarity, feign the occasional attraction

but somehow she’d remain, erased only by empty lusting

and phosphorent miasma

across a matted sheaf of wounded windows.

He’d eke out some soul, scratch poems on them

and silently pray for the blind to read them aloud

while the ignorant feasted, regaled and sang

unto the great blackened, slowly waning hope

he’d long ago sold

to his demons.

copyright 2004 Matthew A. Barraza