Before Bed
I put on pajamas.
Before bed.
The curse and everything that goes with it.
Something happened.
I think I dropped my meds on the floor.
It was dark, and the lights were spinning, but there were no lights.
I could sleep on the couch.
They never used to let me.
I think the couch wants to kill me.
The couch laughs.
I live alone.
Before bed.
I remind myself.
Before bed.
I live alone.
I get emotional at this time of night.
Maybe a couple pills scurried away.
I have to go to bed.
Some of the lights are on.
I don’t know.
Some of the lights…
I get up and turn them off again.
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