No one asks him about his meds. No one
needs to ask. It’s all right there in front of them.
They’ve brought him in for his required quarterly
med review, and they’ve all arrived bleary-eyed,
burned out from four consecutive sleepless nights,
five straight days of jabber and incontinence.
Everyone sits with him in the conference room,
doing their best to help him get through the hell
they’re all being forced to share. Everyone’s there
except the teleconferencing doctor,
simultaneously a hundred miles
and a million miles away.