Ode to My Medication

by Maggie Hix

Damn you, happy pills!

A day without, I can manage.

Several, things begin their downhill

Roll, a week? Well…

Damn you for what happens next.


Each morning, I wake much less than whole

And stumble through the darkness until a finger

Brushes one of my many missing pieces.

Damn it, it’s you! Always you,

With your sociable stench of serotonin,

And other things I lack.


I swallow my humanity,

Become closer to whole once more,

And wallah! Damn you for that.

Damn you and I,

And our perfect match.