the dial-up connection

The pills take three weeks to work

The pills take three weeks to fix

Something ten years in the making

I want them to put me to sleep

My brain is holding onto my skull with tiny threads

My soul is struggling with this dial-up connection

My ears are ringing

I count the steps between the door and back

Trying to exhale more breath than I inhale

I count how many times I blink

Like I count the money in my wallet

When the snow comes and I am all alone

I’m not sure what I’m going to do

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