I turned the script in,
and anticipation became concrete reality,
the orange bottle so tangible in my hand
Myths. Folktales. Stories.
Testimony. Reality. Truth.
Planning my self-established regimen in my head,
I rationed out my monthly supply
and popped the pills.
Now to wait,
to feel the warm tingles of comfort and bliss
confirming my sin
Hours later, to wait again,
to watch the month pass by for the next time