portion of the artwork for Tanner Lee's poem

Sanity
Tanner Lee

My sanity sets on a million
nails.
Resting on the
brink,
trembling.

Sometimes it tip toes
through a room of mousetraps
where one
fragile
moment
will send me to the crazyhouse.

It’s the small things
that make me crack.

Death, addiction,
and bad relationships
I’m prepared for

but losing a toothpaste cap down the drain,
always having to pee,
forgetting a belt,
warm toilet seats,
paper cuts,
when I forget to close the window
on rainy days.
slow internet,
hang nails,
waking up to my neighbor’s dogs.

These things send me to the madhouse
snap mouse traps in a room
where one domino tips over insanity.

I am held together by a frayed shoelace
so don’t pull too hard.



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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 49 | Spring/Summer 2017