iii.
one
pill is me. you swallow,
selective in your apathy,
the
door is closed but unlocked.
the cats orbit round
the room, circle us. they sniff.
too
bad the cats have more
intuition than either of us.
too
bad i cannot open myself up to you
as easily as you can unscrew
the bottles cap
your
pill-induced, addictive &
inevitable nap
ping.
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