Back to the assignment book my son and daughter in law gave me. I had to start with That August Day. I had to make up a medication that does not exist.
That August day
made me pray
for mercy!
My head was pounding
like a woodpecker on
a metal roof
Could hardly see
my eyes were strabismic
I reached …
in my disarranged
medicine cabinet
in my dim
bathroom
pulled out the first
pill box
my quavering hands touched
I squinted my confused eyes
to examine the fine print
It seemed to say Motrin
I swallowed a few pills…
Soon my mind was confused
like two year old
trying tie it’s shoe laces
while jumping on a pogo stick
My hearing went backwards
like a man who sees a bear
and it’s cubs
running straight at him
My sight was upside down
like a trapeze artist
swinging with a monkey
on a banana tree
I started screaming
like a wild banshee
I heard the front door
swing open
then my husband’s voice
came to life
“Wife what have you done?”
I could barely reply,
“Took some pills for my head”
He grabbed the pill box
and read
Moronic
‘What the F
a stupid pill?’
‘Where did you find these?”
I replied,
“In the medicine cabinet”
He read the bottle’s warning label
Can cause :
dizziness
lack of sentence formation
feeling like you are someone else
and just plain stupidness
So he called 911
They said, “We have had a lot of calls about those pills tonight.
There is an antidote”
“Oh and do this fast because another side effect
is the side effects are contagious.”
By Lynn Hahn
