It’s day two
& I already feel
shriveled, lungless,
overworked.
I’ve been living
out of my suitcase
since I got home,
sleeping
on the couch &
leaving my laundry
on the floor.
Everything in my refrigerator
screams 12 days too late
& rent money is due.
She’s slapping me
in the face,
you see.
Depression,
that heartless bitch
with the long
spider legs
& hot mouth-
she enjoys
throwing me
into furniture-
up against
thin walls
& having her way with me.