she confessed to me
“i’m kind of strung out”
pharmaceuticals
pills for this n’ that
pain
anxiety
escape
i don’t do many, she confessed
its not like i have my own
bag full of rxs
i’m not strung out, she said
i just kind of get really
worried
stressed
overwhelmed
incapacitated
deadened
unable to write
unable to paint words
the canvas empties
unforgiving
i can’t think
or speak coherent sentences
or remember the yesterdays
i’m only kind of strung out
but only when i run out