Rattle

Tap at

the lid, until it pops.

Grasp at

cylindrical capsules.

Choke on the sickening, sweet

pink placebo,

then smile and everything’s fine.

I could sell those,

pretend they were Valium or E,

and be better off with the cash.

I could fake it,

pretend I have something else wrong,

and be more content when I’m high.

But for years

I just swallowed the bullshit

with orange juice every morning.

And I’m looking you right in the eye:

the bullshit is over,

I’m done with the pills.

I think they helped you more

than me.