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Little Pill - Joey C

I walk around this little pill like it will wake up and

shake me by the shoulders like George Bailey

Don’t you remember me pill?

sitting in my pocket

the frost you dyed my palms

from holding you so dear.

A tiny object that marooned

dislocated my retention

I took you with breakfast lunch dinner

with a slurpee mixed with UV Blue

I took you to movie premieres

for friends films shot on iPhone,

to the laundromat where you watched me

haggle an old man for a neatly packed sack of quarters

little pill stored next to the edges of drawers

playing patty cake with crumbs and dust

it doesn’t call or invite me out

but stares at the keyhole and my

greedy fingering cuticles


Joey C is a Cuban American poet from Seattle.

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