The Pharmacist

She gets off at 10pm Takes her place in the McDonald’s drive-thru line Feels like a kid again A fountain soda on a humid summer night Now the day swims through her head She replays every prescription that she filled While her son’s asleep in bed She’ll convince herself that she got someone killed And it goes on like this a while And it goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on Sometimes she envies the front desk Selling packs of gum and chapstick and shampoo She’s only back there for the check Which never feels worth half the day that she’s been through What’s the measure of success? Does anybody even know what that word means? Is it too late now to start fresh? She asks herself before the final light turns green And it goes on like this a while And it goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on He says “babe, how was your day” And just like yesterday she says “let’s talk tomorrow” He kisses her head and says OK And they resume the newest episode of Fargo And she starts drifting right away The battle with her eyes is never one worth fighting Then hears the feet on the staircase Wakes back up to find her baby boy just smiling And it goes on like this a while And it goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on