dog is at my feet
loving muscle relaxers
turning into a puppy
not bad for her age
nine and a half and counting
I get up to fetch her pill
Take these pills three times a day.
Not crazy for regular people.
Who aren’t held hostage
Or in comas by pills.
Crazy for me.
And I suspected it.
So I did something I had never done.
I pressed pharmacy consultation
Before I left the
Drug pill store.
Pills knock me out and take me down
I told the pill pusher there.
Do you think I need three of these a day?
She stared into my heart hard.
It sped up, being pulled out, like that.
Take one a day, to start, she told me.
If that does not work, try two.
I trusted her instantly.
Thanked her and took my little white bag away.
$4.08 worth of something.
One pill kept me
In a comatose state
For 16 hours.
Muscle relaxers.
Damn!
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