a mistaken remedy may worsen the woe
I raise up my hand and bring the pills down. I swallow them dry when dawn’s not around.
Half hour later, no movement to rush; maybe, I wonder, were these the right ones.
Pop another capsule or give it more time? I opt for the former, still feeling confined.
Luna pads in, small bird in her mouth; want to say something, but no sound comes out.
Both of you leave me, I shout with my mind. The cat, obedient; the bird left behind.
What name have you bird, I blink it in code, but know it is time that was earlier owed.
Chuckling at first, then laughing out loud; time flies around me not making a sound.
Leave it to flutter; on porcelain throne, not so fast acting, I stare at my toes.
Next time I reach to fetch down a pill, I glance at the capsule and read the label.
Vanquishes cramps, I’m promised in print. Right shape, wrong colour and so I still sit.
