Fingered
I write poems with hands like hers. Rounded fingertips
smudge the page with mental health & mental illness,
blister as power dictates the same old social contract
between doctor & patient—love me, revere me,
obey me—I’ll say you’re healthy. In 1883
the State Insane Asylum in Jackson, Louisiana, swallowed
Emma Carraby, 58. Recorded diagnosis: noisy & trouble-
some. Viola Wade, 36. Deceptive in her affections. Comfort
Kemp, 27. Homicidal mania due to giving birth. Renamed
East Louisiana State Hospital, the asylum admitted
Louise, 34, my mother, already tethered in 1968
to the DSM via the fraying rope of schizophrenia & manic-
depression. Bipolar disorder with psychotic features
due to giving birth. Being pregnant changed her brain
chemistry, she said. I heard you
caused my crazy. Never get pregnant.
But maybe she was telling me every woman changes
after making a child, & she was willing to risk being someone
new, again. She’d already worn skins named daughter,
writer, smoker. Grad student, traveler. Wife. Mother
un-Mothering when another family adopted her first child.
Patient. & now mother, again. Juggernaut of emotions
& hormones splatter small rooms of the heart chemical red,
track years in sulfur & saffron, kitten heels & paper slippers.
Palmistry considers conic fingers a sign of creativity,
intuition. Psychiatry considers womanhood a disease.
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