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.