Abigail Robinson
Tell the doctor a description, a prescription filled
once a month for bottlen’ the problem in
an orange bottle—white label, white lid,
push-down-and-turn-to-open.
Shake out two pills: red pill, blue pill
25 milligrams washed down with cold
water from the tap, and I
drown
in the
Nothingness
I’ve traded my feelings for.
I feel Nothing or Everything, no in-between.
And it’s all too-much-too-little-
am I starving or is my body bloating, floating,
do I overflow this pit in my stomach or do I let it go
dry.