Make the Medicine Go Down.

teaspoon? contest, yeah. three minutes...

there is sugar on the counter

and my hands fly across the labels

trying to remember

what i'm doing in the kitchen again

 

i dreamt of him

there were mountains somewhere

i have no doubt

something about a rocking chair

or a patchwork quilt

 

someone pushes open the door

but i can't turn around and look

all i can hear is their foot falls

across the floor

 

my fingers sting

from the fix and the wash

of the dark room

but something happened today

 

his feet almost float across the tile
 

in his hands,

a teaspoon

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

grreat imagery, just a little confusing, in the end
I can't tell if "him" is taking the meds, or if the person
telling the story--narrator--is taking the meds

great work!

mishel xxoo