“Haldol,” the nurse said. “Haladol?” I mis-
pronounced it. Have a ball. “Haldol,”
she repeated, “is for psychotic breaks.”
“Is that what she’s having?” The nurse
shrugged and smiled flat. Shit’s weird.
“I just played her back her voicemails
from this weekend.” “And?” Hijenit’smon
Listeni’mhearinyouanyourfriendright
nowneststoreandthenurseinshearyootoo
andlookheredonawtgivehimanymonee
“She smiled the entire time. I’ve never
seen her smile like that. ‘Is that me?
I like this! Thank you!'” Shit’s weird.
I don’t want to end up like that but
it’s just a matter of degrees. I talk
to myself constantly, in the other
room with the TV up too loud.