My favorite mocktail medicine, a can of pineapple with a swirly straw / the stubborn final puzzle piece still in hiding / a pair of heels that will finally kick my dreams into gear / noise-canceling headphones for when you are yelling into the ether / a $3 bottle of wine you know I will only drink half of before regret is pumping through my bloodstream and I am dumping the rest down the drain / I wonder if they take returns on childhoods or if you could exchange the absence in my life for a mother / a bag of salad I will eat a single serving of before deciding it is slimy / the neighbors need flour and my friends need flowers even though I’m the one not getting well / does the grocery store sell vodka as well?