i take
a peek into your medicine
cabinet
when i go in
to shower.
carefully i open the squeaky
metal
and glass
door,
to see how crazy you
are.
how sick,
perhaps,
how depressed,
what pills are lined up
on the shelf
that makes you
who you're
pretending to be.
is there anything i can
catch?
anything that might
kill me?
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