Every item tells a story, a different story every day. SUN – MON – TUES…all the way through Saturday. We tell our time through daily pills, through cases throughout our lives. Today I brush my teeth and empty pills from the next full space. But…what? It’s FRI today, and THURS pills are in my hand. Wondering if I lost myself in space somehow for one whole revolution of the earth. Or did I brush my teeth the day before?
No worry, really; they’re only vitamins and save your skin from sagging and put color in your cheeks. But I remember long ago, a single pill in daily rows, S-M-T-W-T-F-S, and then again, again, and one more time. These were pills that caused a lot more worry if one were missed. These were pills for youth and love and planning for the future.
I’ve opened pills for elderly, and set them out and checked them. SUN – TUES….halves and colors every other day. This too, is cause for worry. Or it used to be.
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This struck a chord. Yesterday was thursday. And the round plastic of blue is thursday. Yet blue still has two tiny pills. Green does not. Did i miss a day? Did i jump ahead a day eager to put one behind? I count my time in pills… and fear. If i miss one, what then?