by Trevor Mastergeorge
My Britta is blinking red;
I continue to use it.
The water tastes fine but
Deep down I know
I am going to die.
I’m sorry, I say, I’m sorry, I am so sorry
I’ll get it next time
I’ll write it down;
A list, on my phone,
On a paper,
In my head.
So, the next morning
I take my iron pill.
I put on a different pair of socks
Than what I was wearing yesterday
And sit at my desk.
I get thirsty.
I go to the kitchen and fill up my water cup.
The Britta is blinking red.
Trevor Mastergeorge is an English major who moved from Harrisburg to main campus in his junior year. He enjoys music, writing, and cooking in his free time. When he is not doing any of those things, Trevor can be found staring off into space or trying on clothes. He often uses poetry to express how it feels living with rather severe ADHD as a way to ground himself.