I know someone who knows someone who took a Xanax today. I'm lying. It was me for the first time. I forgot the stash of samples someone I know gave me in a Ziploc bag. Blue quarter pieces some of which were pulverized by time. 5 minutes in and the memory of loss was heavy on my knees away from the chest cavity where everything and oxygen is absorbed. This probably wasn't a well conceived plan for a runner slash mother. Getting away breathing is a way to get over. Should I take another quarter to manage the worry? I'm low, kids are up, bills are high. The anxiety of what's left is enough to make me run around in circles while my husband dreams about a drink.
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