pill POP
ing sally drinks it
d
o
w
n
to drown
her dreams
in a bed
too small
for her l o n g
legs, pinches like
a pair of made
in haste
mail-order
shoes
(a sleep
inhibitor
on its own)
yet still
she wanders
through fields
of forget-me’s
and love-me-nots,
ears bleeding,
heart waxing,
a drug induced
anti-bliss.