You need a chill pill
is the pronouncement from my children
when the list in my head
Unravels,
when the sound of my nagging voice
irritates even me.
I picture this make-believe pill
blue and icy–
Swallowed, it would cool down
all the heat inside you
and possibly tint your lips
a calm lavender
so every time you looked in the mirror
your brain would remind you, Chill.
Puff Of Smoke Poems 