Come
here

and look at my

pinpointed pupil

unlearning you

constricted 

and

asleep

as if

you weren’t even there

as if it were 

dark
outside the lens

Or,
as if you were

here

reading me

as if you didn’t know

those poppy seeds,

I
sprinkled on your bagel

because your mother

and father

didn’t think 

you needed breakfast

and let you walk to the bagel store

half awake,

could not somehow give you a positive outlook

on life

instead of a positive 

drug test

could not somehow

make
you

wake
up

and get straight A’s

and become immune to poison

from bad people who mix your

Cocaine
with your carfentanil

in hopes that you would

lie down 

like an elephant

and pour your entire bank account 

into their Facebook account

come here pupil

taste my morphine on your lips

smell my red brown, bleeding bulbs

I
promise you 

they will become

flowers

that you can smell

and choke on

when your hay fever gives way

and your sore throat starts

to pray and itch and call for 

this
cough medicine

with just enough codeine to get you 

right 

before

your bedtime story

that would bore me

if I liked fentanyl 

with my tea

in my book-of-the-month

picture 

on my Facebook page

which is the only page

I
can barely see now

where the flash of the camera

made my already pinpointed 

pupils 

disappear

made this oxycodone

look like candy

and my naloxone scream

Bloody bulb!