That August day

made me pray

for MERCY!

My head was pounding 

like a woodpecker on

a metal roof

Could hardly see

my eyes were strabismic

I reached...

in my disarranged

medicene cabinet

in my dim

bathroom

pulled out the first

pill box

my quavering hands touched

I squinted my confused eyes

to examine the fine print

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