Radio From the Psych Ward

March 27, 2022

In 1990 I tried to kill myself.

I didn’t want to die.

I just wanted to give my kids a chance to grow up

Without a damaged mother.

I felt like poison to them, and I guess I was.

When I was recovering in the psychiatric wing of Willingboro Hospital

There was a nurse who brought a radio to my bedside.

I couldn’t talk or communicate with anyone.

I was lost in a grey fog.

I couldn’t understand what the radio was saying,

But I could feel the vibration of the words from the speakers.

I kept my hand there for a long time after the nurse left the room.

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