It's a Girl-Interrupted Dream
The only other way to get a rest in this life is to die.
Annie Proulx - Accordian Crimes.
The inmates love me, they think
I'm a rainbow-flavoured icecream.
Ladies-in-waiting scrub my restless skin
and put away my loved-out jeans.
I get to watch the same Paul Newman
movie every week.
I read the Penny Dreadfuls
from the one-shelf-library,
stamped 'donated by the
Australian Red Cross'.
I have my own room, with a double-locked
door and all the boiled mutton I can eat.
On Sundays, the anxious ones
show me cowboys and indians
with roast gristle and three veg.
On river picnics I sit with a long-termer
and consider the strength of the current.
There's talk of a cure for this lunatic calm.
Everyone has a lagoon breakout
now and then, their sandbanks
crumbling like halva.
Finally, I'm part of this mad scene.