After the Sertraline

[Collapsed We Swear]

After the Sertraline

where once 
you were an unsplit atom

snug in some cubbyhole
where the rent was low 
and no one said boo 

now you're a bloody big bang 
at the door

and I can't say 
I wasn't expecting you.

Everything about this poem is really good. Which is why you cleverly posted it in a forum that doesn't require me—or anyone else—to say any more than that.