by Mary E. Lowd
If it’s all in my head
Then maybe
Through sheer force of willpower
I can fix it
And my willpower is very strong
So is my imagination…
So I imagine all the convoluted ways
That my messed up psyche
Could have conjured my problems
Into existence
But my mind can’t fix my broken body
My mind can’t fix the way you treat me
Even so
My mind runs around in circles
Imagining fault
Imagining culpability
And then feeling shame
And confusion
When it can’t equally easily
Imagine its way out of them