i tell my mother that i'm medicated and her sky breaks open with the evening azan
by Sheena Raza Faisal
i would rather be on prozac than pray about it
i would rather be on prozac than in my ripe grave
i would rather be healed than be on prozac
i would rather not. if i had the choice i would
prefer anything else to sickness. but i would rather
be on prozac than on holy water, meditation
a trip to the kaaba, a string of white prayer beads
swallowed once a day with breakfast
i would rather be on prozac than early martyrdom
i would rather speak to god from this side of heaven
i would rather be on prozac than pray about it
i would rather be on prozac than in my ripe grave
i would rather be healed than be on prozac
i would rather not. if i had the choice i would
prefer anything else to sickness. but i would rather
be on prozac than on holy water, meditation
a trip to the kaaba, a string of white prayer beads
swallowed once a day with breakfast
i would rather be on prozac than early martyrdom
i would rather speak to god from this side of heaven
Sheena Raza Faisal is a writer from Mumbai, India. Her work has appeared in POETRY, Vinyl, The New Yorker, BuzzFeed, and elsewhere. She currently lives in New York.