Lithium

Two today, because I completed my first submission last night.

This is maybe a good time to point out that none of this is autobiographical. 

'Newness feels good,' my mother said.

'The feeling of constancy, that's just as good, and that only comes after.'

Lithium feels good. And after, I want to kill myself.

Constancy, when does that appear, before or after?

She bade me sleep. In this room I could never sleep,

So she painted little flower-stars overhead.

I dream of them. They torment me.

And still my mother tells me to sleep.