CREATING CAPSULES

 

Obscene from the onset,

my tales tend to be tantalizing.

 

At this time, I appear to be expecting;

though the culprit’s identity is unconfirmed.

 

Recently I’ve seduced an array of wooers;

Prozac, Buspar, Valium and Xanax alike.

 

A colleague brought over various tests.

The conclusion was incontestable.

I’m incontestably with capsule.

 

I’ve instituted a registry at Drug Mart.

It’s vital that I receive the following:

pill boxes, child proof caps

and bibs containing possible side effects and cautions.

 

My gynecologist is fervent since

my ultrasound showed I’m carrying

a potent one, with a high dosage.

 

I’ve been suffering spasms recently—

prescriptions come out all my clefts.

It’s rather embarrassing.

 

With a bit of luck I’ll birth a healthy tablet.

I can only hope,

that  when I release it

the gyno will spank my rump

and declare it a

benzodiazepine.

Serena Spinello is 26 years old and lives in New York. Her recent poems have been published in Clockwise Cat, The Houston Literary Review, Conceit Magazine, 63 Channels, Sien en Werden, The Centrifugal Eye, Cause and Effect, Mississippi Crow, Lachryma: Modern Songs of Lament, Zygote in my Coffee, Perspectives Magazine, The Flask Review, Contemporary Rhyme, Rogue Poetry Review, and The Verse Marauder. Serena can be contacted via email at shadigirl@optonline.net or http://www.freewebs.com/serenasquill/.

Dance to Death, Issue IX

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