Pry Apart a Single Pane
Happy Pills
I Know the Science of the Thing:
Industry Lap Dog
Interim
Knives
Labor
Standing Between My Parents at Manatee Lagoon
That Dark Center
Happy Pills
Jackleen Holton Hookway
Clearing out a drawer for the baby’s
sheets, diapers and burp cloths
next to the bassinette we’ve set up
in the bedroom, I find the pack
of pills from a year ago—
the ones I decided not to take—
in an aquamarine case, the color
of faraway oceans. Sliding it open,
I see the peach discs lined up in their porthole
rows, like little faces looking
out from a cruise ship. And I remember
the one we saw on the way back
from the Bahamas, that much larger,
more luxurious vessel passing
our smaller one, all the happy people
smiling and waving on their way
to the paradise we were leaving.
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sheets, diapers and burp cloths
next to the bassinette we’ve set up
in the bedroom, I find the pack
of pills from a year ago—
the ones I decided not to take—
in an aquamarine case, the color
of faraway oceans. Sliding it open,
I see the peach discs lined up in their porthole
rows, like little faces looking
out from a cruise ship. And I remember
the one we saw on the way back
from the Bahamas, that much larger,
more luxurious vessel passing
our smaller one, all the happy people
smiling and waving on their way
to the paradise we were leaving.