Monday 12 March 2018

advent

Facebook says 
it's my birthday 
today, a Sunday. 

My pill organizer
also tells me
today is Sunday.

It's empty. Time 
to take stock and
fill up the week.

This one makes 
my blood thin.
I need just half.

This one slows 
my heartbeat:
thump. Thump.

This one skims 
the sticky fat
from the surface.

This one makes 
a stroke today
slightly less likely.

This one's only 
sour aspirin 
shaped like a heart.

1 comment:

  1. I found your blog again after years lost in the woods. I am enjoying your poems--happy birthday!

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