“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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