Give 'em hell

low blood sugar

you weren’t small
you were determined and angry and
entitled, you
couldn’t wait
that first taste was artificial
but you sucked it in, impressing the nurse
by drinking ounce after ounce

you did wait
for the real thing, just not
starving while you waited
til 11 p.m., taking it with a Demoral chaser

you were never a pushover, tell it
like it is, scream it
even if you don’t need to kick
back against the doppler
demand
what you want