medicine

medicine
you say you are tired
and always sick
and have out of control dreams
my love
i know why
you have medicine
you won’t take
you don’t believe me
because you’ve never tried it
sometimes it goes down
smooth as delicately sweet wine
sometimes like a burning
shot off the bottom shelf
but it does work
it won’t cure you
but if you keep taking it
a little at a time
it will keep
those rotten symptoms
away
you will improve
until you cannot imagine
your old sick life
it is nothing but
subtle physical manifestations
of our peculiar insanity
you are doing it again
and getting the same
results you always have

 

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2.5 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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