Come see the moon, Wendy whispers
sticking her head inside my door.
It’s cold, but worth the trip. She staggers
away. I haven’t made progress,
450 miles from home. I’m numb to my core.
This psych unit severely limits moments.
I’m locked in for what will be 31 days
with twelve women, all sexual abuse
survivors, everyone struggling with
psych issues. Name them: Bipolar,
DID, Depression, PTSD. And more.
What kind of survival? This isn’t a simple place.
Virginia Chase Sutton’s chapbook, Down River, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. Her third book is Of a Transient Nature (Knut House Press 2016). Winner of the Morse Poetry Prize, her poems have appeared in Paris Review, Ploughshares, and Amethyst Arsenic.