Kevin Ridgeway

Imaginary Pharmacy Romance

Her pretty face is marked
by a skeptical eyebrow
when I ask for an early
refill of my klonopin and
she asks the pharmacist
who confirms I'm a dependent
bozo and nincompoop who
has five days to go until
those pills give me the
courage to flirt with her
long enough to induce
an amnesia that robs me
of any joyful memories
spent with her and
I wake up alone in bed
the pills and her
pretty eyes all long gone.