White drugs flow through the aisles of the isle, the veins of my frame like greasy gin drowns Air Strip One.
emotionally and functionally malleable
For every problem there is a chemical compound and a brand name.
Procured via prescription or easily accessible pharmaceutical websites or over the counter with scant, legally required warning. Or via a phone number given from a friend of a friend of a friend, exchanged for clumps of pitched-in notes and used to chase the dying embers of a laugh you made some hours ago that reminded you what it was like to be a child. A scant refusal to bury ourselves or be limited to our circumstantial or biological lot.
A lie we tell ourselves.
We are in control.
We are really in control.