Me and My Meds

Corey Mesler

Inexplicably
I feel good this morning.
I want
to apologize to all my
doctors. The
skip in my step
is not unlike
the skip in my heart.
I will not
feel good tomorrow.
But, if I do,
against all odds,
I will vow to sit down with
my medicines
and talk about what the
possibilities are for
our future together. I will
admit to them
that I felt good two days
in a row.
I will promise not to tell
my doctors.
My medicines, except for
days like today,
are my last
friends. They wait with me
at the gate, co-conspirators.