9 o’clock. Time to smoke a joint
that lets me take my pills.
10 o’clock. Time to take my pill
to take my pills.
11 o’clock. I take my pills.
12 o’clock. I take my little pills.
I call them dolls this time.
I take my dolls.
I always loved this film.
But then: I wasn’t in it.
When did I stop feeling sure, feeling
safe, and start wondering why
Suspense, you’re killing me.
[close-up on dolls]