You say
You take
emergency anti-depressants
I say:
I hope you don’t mean
an overdose.
You say no,
it’s impossible to overdose on
anti-depressants,
they’re made of bits of moon
and would only give you
strange dreams,
like cheese would
and you can’t overdose on cheese.
Emergency anti-depressants:
Like cheese
only chalkier
and tasting of
table dust,
or licking
the back of a frog.
Emergency anti-depressants:
taking one more pill
than is perscribed
when your feeling
even more crap than usual.
I ask if it works.
You shrug.
This is great. I’m still at my workshop, so I haven’t been able to read all your recent posts, but I did want to pop in and say that I really appreciate this poem.