I do as I can to avoid drugs

other than those readily

available to me but

tucked away in some sac

Or gland other hidden

wrinkle of the brain.

A perfectly measured dose

triggered by random

but accessible memories,

a passing fragrance

an old photo

a song on the radio

moms cooking

that one shirt.

let those gaps in the brain

be flooded with the

transcendental ambrosia

our flesh has prepared us.