House Call

The bitter pill that your love
left me with
I could not swallow.
So, I crushed it to powder.
Cerebral vacuum.
The doctor came to my house
and laid on my floor.
Wrote me a prescription.
More pills.
It struck me as odd
how she left the bathroom door open
where I could see her
swallow pills of her own with
panties stretched around her
ankles as she sat on the toilet.

Shameless and strong…as the wind.

She said amnesiac
farewells and
I wondered…what she took?
She had taken so much.

I crumpled that script and
drank rum straight from the bottle.

© 2011

 

(Photography of Julian Mandel 1920)