Monday, October 15, 2012

pills pills pills

she likes
her pills. how
they go
down. small
and smooth
white
and blue.
chalked round.
they tumble
down her throat
pinwheel
to the bottom
with water
or better yet
a shot
of grey goose.
how quickly
she feels good,
feels nothing.
the only worry
is the unrattle
of an empty
brown bottle.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

childproof caps should be outlawed for use by depressed single women over 50 - just one more hurdle to climb to make it all go away.