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BENADRYL DESTROYED MY BRAIN Cathryn Shea Inspired by: “These Drugs”, D12, Devil’s Night (2001) Balloons bump against each other where thoughts should be, dozy as a cat napping on a rug. I trace words over and over in tomes to make a palimpsest. My tangerine calm hammers the xylophone into silence. The clang frightens my fins and the hyena doesn’t get the joke. I don’t sneeze anymore. I never knew sleep could be so deep like the old saw, and dreams could be rank but chaste. Huzzah. No threat of addiction. Just a clean clock, free of crucial drivel.

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