Gift Horse Girl.

Gift Horse Girl

by james bezerra

When I got laid off

when the call center closed.

Lost the health insurance,

couldn’t get the meds

and so

the headaches started

my brain got humid

thick and heavy and soundless and hot –

non-habit-forming-my-ass –

and then one morning

that girl showed up,

the one who looked like Lori Petty

with a history of abuse,

with a paper sack full of Paxil samples.

Handed them to me,

smiled,

offered no explanation.

And so always be kind to everyone you meet; because you never know when

you will need a bag

of illegally obtained

pretty little blue

antidepressants from a

98 pound girl

you barely know.

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