Pills
The
two are bright colored,
purple
and sea-blue,
cheerful
as
the coolest crayons,
tiny
tube-shaped
balloons
that
swirl off
through
your bloodstream
like
candied joy
dispensing happy days on end
to
your pounding heart
and
your stomach
those
friends
you
haven’t seen in years
so
you remember them
as
they were then
undiseased
undecayed
as if days don’t turn
into
decades
and
you just know,
your
nerves tell you,
that
they’re living a languid life
in a luscious lagoon
and
that they must be doing well.
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