THIS

This is a poem.
It's about transformation and how it is possible.
It's about the influence of chemicals on the body.
It (the poem) uses these short bursts of "thought" so that you (the reader) won't get overwhelmed,
or bored because it's important that your focus doesn't wane.
It's important that we, you and me, maintain eye contact.
It's about (the poem) how you can say things without really saying them,
or even wanting to.
It's about how you can dream things that you don't even understand.
It's about how your mother, in the dream, is holding a candle,
and closing a door and how, in the dream, that makes you sad even though
there's nothing sad about it,
and how the sadness carries over to when you're awake,
and how you're saying a word, awake, crossly, and how before you know it there's a fight.
All from a dream,
that you don't even understand.
It's about how a chemical that's supposed to make you healthy
can sometimes make you unhappy.
And how a chemical that makes you happy
can sometimes make you sad;
later.
Words can transform, if they're spoken the right way.
Because it's all in the delivery.
Apparently.
Or so they sometimes say.
This is a poem.
It's about something.