I recently increased my daily dosage of the Corporation
from 20 to 40 mgs       my doctor assured me
this was a normal increment       for the Corporation

the color of the pills changed from cooked salmon to white
tasks changed from carnivorous to benign       so many things
hurt less           thanks to more of the Corporation

I take the generic Corporation but I smile at branded advertisements
like they’re a sports team          from a city I used to live in

packages arrive at my door       and the Corporation is happy
to sign for them           it mimics my signature perfectly
tells the courier to have a good one     that it looks like rain

I have post-apocalyptic fantasies          after shaving my head
getting the motorcycle             I search the ransacked abandoned
pharmacies       for any remaining supply of the Corporation

when I’m at work        I wonder how many of us there
have the Corporation   standing at our intersections    the ones with broken lights
calmly halting and waving        through large bombs    while wearing white gloves

corporations are killing me       but the Corporation keeps me
from killing myself       insert wordplay about corpses here

to what complicity       am I grafted     by the Corporation
at whose demise           does it smile like an absent-minded flight attendant

am I washing blood out of the Corporation’s dress shirts        each night
sometimes I give the plastic bottle       housing the Corporation’s unthreatening rattle
a loving pat

the Corporation helps me believe I can survive           
almost anything           even the Corporation
see how I rise from my bed each morning       how this glass remains
whole in my dangerous hand