Chatting with Depression

Cyclical like poverty
chemical like cancer
I’ll tell you one thing,
though, you are no match
for my dog.  Her puppy smiles
and the way she squirms when my
roommate tickles the bottom of her
paws when we are laying on the couch
crying over shitty movies. We both know 
this has nothing to do with
Jennifer Garner and Mark Ruffalo. I am not
going to get fired from my job, despite your
best efforts, and you can not work your way
into the water I use to heat my oatmeal every
morning forever.  You will leave eventually, that is one
thing I have learned.  Permanence is the most
deadly thing there is,
but we ask for it.
I am telling you,

go now.

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