"Dear Manic Depression,"
thank you for visiting me last Tuesday.
I sat with sedated toes pushing against
the leg press your sister Guilt bought for me,
while I slept with Stress curled on my stomach,
and then you thrust my door open just in time
to slap my cheek and race my heart against
the hurrying clock for need to finish
my paperwork.
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