The Over-The-Counter Series: a poem cycle by Laurie Frank and Becca Advance Praise of Over-the-Counter Series: "You guys are all nuts. sound [sic] like you are on something" - anon. Jump to critical analysis

Tylenol Dreams my horses are out stop looking at me mixing butter eggs flour stop looking at me dogs and spiders on my tongue stop looking at me cantilevered suffering, speak stop looking at me galloping madly through window panes stop looking at  me the air drowns me with its erotic gaze stop looking at me yes i can taste the empty bottle rolling stop looking at me!

Robitussin Judgment questions answer my knife flowers dance merrily over my eyes they weep for me it drips empty closet fills with song sobbing tears of blood and koolaid they taste of grape it drips rabid eyebrows bite my face ouch i don’t like that leave me alone it drips don’t label me you Labelled a line of coughs my throat hurts it drips i cant dress myself we could ask Camus he knows you dont it drips

night and day quill helios and diana armwrestling he needs to Be i am todays winner natural vanilla flavor

IcyHot glowing spHere Snowflakes set fire to my scalP ;,#.*&>>>>:::@$>”;:.*(.;’: There is no nothing Only eVery thing styrofoAm candyCane spiders Tovac

Vicks Vapor Rub of Doom by Rebecca, Laurie, Jeb, and Anne Pungent odor, wafting death, sneezing life toad stick shelf foot bunsen burner Are all caught in the frenzies of my cilia tacky glue coats my fingertips, burns my eyes i hate nietzsche primal scream Razors scream impotent at my vaporous moustache got milk?