In an awkward

stoned moment

I see there are the 2 pills

that I take 1 x daily

on the bedspread blending in

like glass stones on a pebble beach

I pick them up

looking down through the hair on my forearm

at the two pills I am now cupping in my hand

in this light

in this awkward

stoned moment

I am asking myself

are they all that I am now?

A few more skipped records later

the sound of FM radio

I look again because there’s

3 pills of those

and

2 of them

if it wasn’t for them

who would I be?