Waiting in line Whole Foods market,
the cashier rings up my seven packs
of Adderall. I explain that oftentimes
when I run out of supply & the store
closes, I am unable to leave the house
because my anxiety goes through the roof.
The cashier tells me that it’s not
her business to ask what I’m going to do
with my purchase. She’s a smart gal,
scrupulous. I thank her & laugh
about brewing the tablets
into a chocolate mousse cake.
I pay her my dues & she gives
me the change.