i’ve already had my fifteen minutes
& now all i have are my hours.
the only thing quicker than the clock
is me
so fast to forget my tracks, the trail,
& all the tremulous time it took to get here.
i’ve the unique ability
to fit twelve months in a week or two
while other times it takes me
a year to disappear & drown a day;
i’ve been blessed with beeps & bright lights
bipolar is a time disorder;
when i awoke it was january,
but by lunch it’s june.