oh orange bottles white pills that hide inside until the soft strings of my alarm sound and light sweeps through the cracks in the curtains tell me if it’s enough to rise to continue in seas of too-human cruelty day after day (after day) bless these pills bless them through migraine and bike ride sleepless stomach ills, weight gain and tears - may I continue to rise (day after day) continue to feel the sun on my face.
