The orange sun gently pulls down the day
and I’m satisfied that one week has passed
since I lined up the plastic bottles of green and white,
since blister packs of pink were stuffed in the secret pockets
of every bag and drawer and corner of my life.
It’s been seven days since I plipped a pink pill from the pack,
clacked the childproof lids open and poured the green and white
candy into my hand, since I frantically ransacked