Robert Stratford
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SSRI withdrawal
For Rebecca
I wasn’t depressed eh –
just a little anxious,
couldn’t sleep.
DOCTOR said I can ease
off now, SLOWLY.
So last night I was
a seven-year-old Jedi child
being chased by Darth Vader
in an old brown Suzuki Swift.
The night before, a trip of
brindle goats was destroying
a pavlova shop. I couldn’t catch
them with their hummingbird wings.
Six more weeks of easing off –
dark-side dreams and brain zap days.
Tonight I’ll do my relaxation, read my new
STAR WARS novel and
lightsaber the head off any
sleep-depriving goat
that flies near me.
