Sanatorium for the Depraved

Admittance is free: that is,

assuming you discarded your

rosaries and beaded necklaces.

And ditch the crown, the dove-

white sheets, the rod and staff. It is

all but ashen sand beneath our feet.

All forms of clothing you must

surrender. This is the new protocol.

There is no need to hide.

So keep your skin on, the empty

vessel, the flightless heart. They

are more than enough, right?

We all wear the same goddamn

thing anyway. Screw your shame.

Here is your standard issue

straitjacket of sin.