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I bought some supplements from the pharmacy. 
On the table, I lean against it. 
This is supposed to help with sleep. 
I was supposed to sleep. 
That first night. 
The whole night. 
Everything. 
Shut down. 

I bought the supplements. 
They are supposed to be “doctor recommended.”
I don’t know. 
What else there is. 

I take a pill at 9:00 am. 
I still didn’t get much REM.
When I try to sleep, the bed shifts too. 
Like a hammock on the beach that is blue. 

The seasons are like muddy boots. 
I don’t know how the mud got there. 
I think I walked in the rain that night. 
A few years ago. 
Or a few years from now. 

Pills that are white and green. 
Tablets that dissolve and hiss and howl. 

I bought the pharmacy. 
Yes, I brought all my friends home. 
Pills all over the counter. 
Making pretty patterns. 
Spilling.

I spilled everything out of me, and the couch muttered as I flopped down. 
So I slept on the floor. 

I don’t know. I don’t know why they ask. 
I can’t answer. 
They have a morphing, asking, begging face. 
I don’t know what words are. 
But I know faces. 
I recognize her face. 
As I lie on a cot. 
Ethereal. 
I could fall forever. 
That would be heavenly. 
If I fell forever. 
I could sleep while falling. 

I remember buying all those supplements. 
Lots and lots and lots. 
I do remember. 
It all started in November. 
I do remember.

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