On Mania

by Stevie Edwards

They won’t stop calling to say they love me,
            though we’ve been broken up for eight strange years.
            The hope of Boston spring has unscrewed something

once solid inside them and replaced it with a raving
            flower. How do you say, are you taking your meds
            in the kindest way to someone whose voice

you haven’t heard in half-a-decade. A once atheist
            says they believe in a higher power now, they keep
            seeing people who look like me, the new blooms

and sidewalks full of little me’s running around—
            I have been the Mad Hatter and I have been Alice
            in a different life, but in this one I have a kitchen

that’s big enough for two people, a home office
            of my own, three bottles of pills I take religiously
            to stay neatly glued together, so that my seams

and cracks don’t show to the world. I have spent
            years curating the right image: an Ann Taylor dress
            and Naturalizer pumps, a cluttered bathroom counter

full of Lancome and Clinique, no blue and pink
            in my hair anymore. I am the image of a woman
            with a jetted tub these days. And their messages

call back the old self, the self I tried to bury
            in Charleston where my chaos life grew
            its own inertia, became a wrecking force

I couldn’t live with anymore.


Stevie Edwards holds a PhD in creative writing from University of North Texas and an MFA in poetry from Cornell University. Stevie’s poems have appeared in Poetry MagazineAmerican Poetry Review, Crazyhorse, and elsewhere. She is a Lecturer at Clemson University and author of Sadness Workshop (Button Poetry, 2018), Humanly (Small Doggies Press, 2015), and Good Grief (Write Bloody Publishing, 2012). Edwards is currently Poetry Editor of The South Carolina Review and her third full-length collection of poetry, Quiet Armor, is forthcoming from Northwestern University Press’s Curbstone imprint. Originally a Michigander, she now lives in South Carolina with her husband and a small herd of rescue pitbulls (Daisy, Tinkerbell, and Peaches). Stevie uses she/they pronouns.