Little J

Stumps of broken crayons, midnight snacks
Multicolored insanity scribbled in wax on whitewashed walls
He stares, confused and content, at me as I scribble bullshit notes
He tears his sheets into equal strips, proud ribbons of
accomplishment
And presents them to me, his eyes gleaming with pride.
He gestures in an undecipherable sign language,
Swatting invisible flies and clapping one handed

"J is elevated, showing signs of hallucinations. Continue treatment as per behavioral plan."

I smile back at him, a zen moment. "Da-da-da-da-da-da"
He fires at machine gun speed
"Tetetetetetete"

Yes, J. I understand.