Ivermectin is an over prescribed treatment plan

There's a girl that works in a CVS

Not far from my tiny apartment 

Who wears long sleeves in the summer

I think about her on my drives to the office

And let the memory of her chalk skin

Stain the inside of my mouth

Never a dull greeting,

Always bright as spring rains 

And a careful "my pleasure!"

After each visit.

Guess she worked at Chik-fil-A before this. 

Pharmaceutical school can be hard

With big words like Hydrochlorothiazide

Rumbling around in your skull all day

And who am I to judge if she picks

Razors for each day,

 like the pills she shills,

And a spot hidden to God

To distract from the noises inside.

I talk about it in class sometimes.

When the to-be social workers 

Comment on illness

And the professor indulgently licks 

Grease from his thin black lips

We share a secret, she and I 

And the time will come, one day,

When a beautiful tattoo

Will snake it's way along the veins of her wrist

To remind her of growth, remittance, and blossoming flowers.