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.
from the surface.
This one makes
a stroke today
slightly less likely.
This one's only
sour aspirin
shaped like a heart.
I found your blog again after years lost in the woods. I am enjoying your poems--happy birthday!
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