there’s cough syrup
on the nightstand.
my throat doesn’t hurt.
there’s still wine
in the fridge.
it’s been there
a year
and a half.
i could just
take a pill.
i don’t really
need it.
my friends
almost certainly 
have something.
i know more
who have
something harder.
i haven’t touched
any of it
in ages.
but i’m still addicted
to thinking 
about it.