I never received my concocted potion
The one I’d ordered, for I’m an adult
May it stave off the foggy notion I’ve forgotten who I was growing to be
I’d ordered it to compliment my life
I mean -balance my meal
That’s what adults say, don’t they?
It’s okay, the delay, but bring it, damn it!
Said with a smile that hopefully hides
My slight disgust with myself for wanting, no -needing- the potion at all
Before I am faced with the oh-so uncomfortable
To leave here bright-eyed and examining
My un-slurred self-talk