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