I was anemic:
smelling of mothballs,
cluttered with rejections,
unpaid bills, tired blood,
years of night.
Now a daily swallow.
Kiss swished down with promise.
You taste better than any placebo.
Rinse life clean.
Float. Gulp.
I am dependent.
Convinced you impact mortality.
Supplement everything.
Give me injections.
A horse pill.
