The Medicine I'm Taking is Making me Sick

Existential nausea and a feeling in my chest
like the emperor's canary is loose.
This is what's meant by waking to sleep, by
the need to keep going at all costs.
Under my skin a wobbly current of uneasiness.
Under that, somewhere, an old me.
Corey Mesler
amputate affected limb
visit apothecary
administer correct dose