What they do to make adults take their vitamins

Between searching out new homes, polishing up a children's story, and transitioning into my new job at the lab, this has been a cluttered week of responsibility. I haven't had as much time as I'd like to continue writing about my travels. I will update this as soon as I can. In the meantime, here's a fairly recent poem I wrote last year. I hope you like it. 

What they do to make adults take their vitamins

11/21/08

I'm trying one of those

nutritional 

dietary fruit drinks 

they claim is better than

gold. 

The postman delivers it 

into your 

diabetic grip

promptly

every month, 

which comes with a

convenient

and portable

2 ounce 

cup.

It tastes like 

mercury

and glows like 

neon lights. 

Every morning,

while the children eat their

Sponge Bob vitamins, 

I force down my 

crooked

drink

like it were a

warm up lap

around the track. 

I used to be a 

runner. 

I used to be 

a child too,

and maybe I still am. 

Inside I know I'm that

same runner 

sprinting, 

panting, 

sweating,

only in different 

ways now...

one clothespin memory, 

one rooftop dream, and

one neon drink 

at a time.