Medicine on the floor.
Medicine by the door.
Wait. What for?
It’s going to work? Are you sure?
Sure, I need more…
More, of what I can pour.
Pour, upon the poor. Of which I need to ask for
Medicine wasted. Is that something new? Or…
The reason why I’m feeling sore.
But I know from my core, that I need more…
Medicine to be on the floor.
Medicine to be by the door.
For something in my life to be sure.