drink your little cup
of necessary poison
every morning
in the shape of
phone call, email, text
news report, status update, post,
Pandora’s box
Let it fly out at you
sticking to your shoulders
knotting in your hair
sifting into your lungs
Sip it
over ice
or from a shot glass
blended in a shake or
tossed back with strong coffee
Experiment with dosage:
Do not drink enough
to send you back to bed
or howling into the street
but enough
to help you appreciate
Everything Else—
bright or cloudy sky
damp or desert air
So much light illumined
against the darkpoint of
a poison stirring finger
If this tiny, daily dose of bitter
does you no other good
may it heighten the flavor
of the rest of your day
all
the sweetness in this world
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