an rx of sorts

normally,
you can eat three slices of pizza
from the large
box delivered,
still hot, not piping hot,
but hot enough that you don't
have to turn the oven on
and reheat the slices.
tonight though,
you eat five pieces.
somethings is bothering you.
it's an emotional thing,
with you and pizza.
you doubled down on the meat
too.
pepperoni and Italian sausage.
tired of diet ice tea
you go for the coke
in a liter bottle,
twelve tea spoons of sugar in every
glass, you mumble to yourself
as you pour the carbonated
brown sugar water
onto ice.
so what.
you are unsettled about the day,
the week.
people.
pizza and coke seem to help.
an rx of sorts.