My first drug poem

There is a chemical in tea,
theophylline, that creates a sense
of well-being, or that’s
how it’s put in the literature
I read. A being-well drug,
as all drugs begin, I guess.
Thus by the end of your jade-green
cup, you are there, being well;
in the midst of ennui, well;
in the mist of longing, well;
in the embrace of rage, well.
And this is slower than caffeine.
Theophylline stays like evening
until you notice its gone
and you can’t remember what
that broad and shallow joy
was all about.