I wrote a poem about drugs today
but it wasn’t as cool as your poem
about cocaine
or marijuana
or any of the legal but
prescription medications
you steal from your parents’
medicine cabinet,
grind up,
and snort through a straw
off the back of your binder
before first period.
No, my poem’s
just about the Tylenol
I learned to swallow
without water
when I was seven
and had a broken arm.
Tylenol is still a drug.
And this poem is
still more honest
than yours.
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