The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables
Said if I could get down fourteen
Turnips a day I would be grounded, rooted
Said my head would not keep flying away to where the darkness lives
The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight
Said for twenty dollars she'd tell me what to do
I handed her the twenty she said,
"Stop worrying darling you will find a good man soon"
The first psychotherapist said I should spend three hours a day
Sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed and my ears plugged
I tried it once but couldn't stop thinking
About how gay it was to be sitting in the closet
The yogi said to stretch everything but the truth
Said everyone finds happiness if they care
More about what they give than what they get
The pharmacist said, "Klonopin, Lamictal, Lithium, Xanax"
The doctor said an antipsychotic
Might help me forget what the trauma said
The trauma said, "don't write these poems,
Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones"
But my bones said,
"Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson
River convinced he was entirely alone"
My bones said, "write the poems"