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The Trouble with Prescription Labels

As prescribed, I followed
all the instructions on the bottle,
made sure that I didn’t miss a beat.

One before lunch, one when I
wake up in the morning,
& again before I went to sleep.

None of the symptoms went away
in fact, they got worse.

I came back for another diagnosis
& asked for something stronger,
something associated with a day without you.

The months gone without sight,
the possible loss of your voice
from my ears.

Do the rules of doctor-patient

confidentiality intensify
if I admit that I’ve OD’d
in thoughts of you?

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