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Stephanie Knows
by Terry OlynikStephanie counted the pills
For the ninth, tenth time?
Twenty-seven blue pills.
Seven and a half milligrams each.
She rearranged them again and again.
She refilled her glass
With the remaining merlot.
It would be so unStephanie
To leave sweet grape unconsumed.
Especially a thirty dollar bottle.
Her long black hair was still wet
From the short hot shower.
She momentarily considered
A brush and blow dry,
But finally laughed at the notion.
Would twenty-seven Ambien pills
And a bottle of uncharacteristically
Expensive wine do the job?
Research had been done on the internet,
Stephanie knows.
02/16/2014 Posted on 02/16/2014
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 02/16/14 at 08:34 PM ah I just love the dark honest in this poem. Its clever, and I can definitely relate to it. Thanks for this xx |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/16/14 at 10:24 PM Dark view of a personal conflict. Sad. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/17/14 at 07:05 PM Excellent expression of implication Terry. 7.5 milligrams...that's one big mother of a pill!! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/18/14 at 12:56 AM I should have known better than to do no checking on the Inet. Three days later one helluv a hangover. What do you think of my blood pressure lowering med, one month 30 pills all at once with half a bottle Crown? Or 30 days worth of Xerelto 15 mill it is my blood thinner. I've got to do some checking. Nice write lots of ideas. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 02/18/14 at 10:18 AM Delightful--how disOlynik of you.
She could perform this ritual on the roof, thus compounding antero- and retrograde amnesia, though that introduces the risk of rebound insomnia. |
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