I told the doctor
that the pills weren’t working,
I did not wake
in a pool of my own vomit.
He laughed.
He said the pill effect
was subtle.
I thought about that.
Is it not love, then…
even if your heart doesn’t
beat itself
out
of your
chest?..
even if it feels more like a relaxed
sigh?..
even if it comes and goes, over forty years
and turns into an occasional,
for no reason,
smile?