#literaty

  The nurses watched us through the glass.  But we watched them too. And it never occurred to them  that they might be the subjects of our own experiments.

  And over his glasses,  my own Dr. Gatchet would offer a sympathetic—  yet all-knowing—stare.

  But I responded softly,  and we downed our pills together,  in a twisted version of a college drinking game.

  Tipping our paper Daisy cups back to force  the enteric-coated soma down our throats,  our lips glistened with water droplets.