Analysis of at walgreens

standing opposite chocolate laxatives and baby wipes,

bladder control pads and acne scrubs,

mouthwashes and home perm kits,

I wait to pick up a drug of some generic name which

is suppose to make me feel less anxious

about our civilization being on the edge

of global nuclear annihilation.

Waiting also, at the very end of the line, an elderly lady,

a dromedary with hair like corkscrew pasta,  

hollers, out of nowhere,

and to no one in particular:

"I'm half-blind and half-deaf but fully insured."

We are waiting,

both of us are waiting,

for a prescription or for annihilation.

whichever comes first.