I’m on one;
how long before I need to be on two?
I’m quickly descending into the
absurd abyss of depression.
Why can’t you respond to my messages,
I see you; I see you, I do
I’m fidgeting; I’m itching;
I feel the other side approaching.
There is no turning back;
no U-turns; no stopping; no nothing.
I feel like the very first splotch of
paint in a Jackson Pollock classic:
All of your craziness is raining
all around me; on top of me; inside me.
A long-term Harvard study concludes
that the key to a long, happy, and healthy life
is a successful intimate relationship;
I either need to:
(1) Learn sign language, or
(2) well, who says I want to live a long or healthy life.
I think it’s time to be on…not just one
or two, but three, and that’s just to start.
My tears taste like percocets and Chardonnay;
an unintended benefit of my depression.