"Can I come over tonight?" depression asks.
"I told you last week..."
"I'm wearing that pitiful miniskirt you like," depression says.
"I told you, we're through!"
"I'm not takin' no for an answer."
"Yes, you are.
"Am not."
"Are too."
"We can have a pity party."
"Come over, and I'm gonna fuckin' murder you," I say.
(© 2020 by Andrew Cyr)
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
