Three years deep in despair, he’s swallowed every pill I prescribed...
Three years deep in despair, he’s swallowed
every pill I prescribed. Refusing ECT,
his family and I convinced him to give
research medication one last shot.
Unblinded data arrived today and glows
on my computer screen, each depressed
patient’s response graphed with a dot,
the experimental molecule clearly beating
placebo, my patient’s outlier point six feet under
the rising line of success, a speck of coal
on a snow-covered field, my mind expanding
the insignificant dot to a skull’s eye socket
staring me down like a Beretta’s bullet hole.