Now bipolar is easier to treat,
My student said, eighty percent respond.
But wait, I said, consider

Three little girls swinging on swings
My little daughter and her little friends
The fairy-tale twins, one fair, one dark,
Snow white and rose red

They all grow tall
But the dark twin grows darker and darker
she swings up and down
faster and faster

who stood beside her bedside
bain and blight
what reached out and touched her:
and you, my dear, will have a twist
in your brain nothing will cure
and you, snow white, will watch as bipolar
snatches your sister and whirls her away
up and down

rose red hanged herself from the swings
just before Christmas
when she was twenty

she visits me at three a.m.
she swings and swings
what lottery did she lose

everything was so much clearer
when there were witches

No, all I said was
Consider the other twenty percent.
He shrugged.

ok