Brain Fog

My eyes float around the pharmacy indiscriminately

There is motion both real and perceived

I wonder if I should have been driving

I am here, but I forget my purpose every 30 seconds

Suddenly very aware of my optic nerves, like rubber bands stretched

The devil's banjo strings

He plays a stupid endless song

I hand the cashier my stuff

This notebook, bottle of water

and I ask for my prescription refill

I never buy bottled water

But desperate times call for...

She hands me the pills and I scurry off to my car to take one

I wonder how long it will take to feel normal