medicine in a brown bottle

the medicine
in an old brown bottle
on the glass shelf
is half empty. it sits
next to the tooth paste,
between bars
of soap and deodorant.
where it came from,
who bought it or drank
it half full, I don't
know.
but it's there, with
my name on it. I think
it's my name.
maybe if I took a sip
i'd remember.
the date is faded.
the name is smudged.
maybe i'll take a sniff
then a swallow.
it can't hurt, why not.
it's medicine and I could
use a shot of something
to jump start the morning.