Today, you try to fool me — standing shakily, hobbling toward me with a smile, Cataract eyes saying, "Much better now, really — younger feeling, like old times." You scream in pain as I touch your side. In we go, pills from my pocket into your mouth — You drink deeply and for once I let you eat anything you want — You lie next to me pain replaced by tired euphoria — Two hours of childhood dreams and you never knew when the needle touched your vein.