driving down 28 today
singing along with patti’s horses
i saw one of those pencil sketch
minivan sticker families
a mother
two daughters
three sons
one dog
but with daddy scratched off

i looked down at my
what would kurt vonnegut say bracelet

and it occurred to me
that everyone born since 1950 is bipolar
or harbors a similar flavor of malfunction

myself included,
hell, i’m on my way to dunkin’ donuts
for a lithium coolatta

embrace your delicious extremes
i say
happy mediums
are for dead people