The cabinet in the kitchen is where I keep various pills
Heartache Relief says one.
I opened the lid, shook one out, put it to my lips, onto my tongue, but it wouldn’t go down,
it wouldn’t go down.  I take another, and another, drink water, glass after glass,  but they wouldn’t go down. The bottle falls out, the label so clearly marked Headache Relief.
Praise God, I spit them out.