forty five minutes

it has been
forty five minutes
since i dropped
the kids off
and i can feel
the steel bands
tightening again

there is something
unsettling
about legitimate
depressionary response
i cannot tell myself
that it isn’t real

this mudslide
sopping up huge
swaths of land
from beneath each
tentative step
after so long
tapdancing through
various minefields
has left a sour taste
of batteries
in the back of my mouth

forty five minutes
to go from
functionally adequate
to defunct didactically
room service
has my bags as i
check into the famous
depression suites
soutly lamenting how
the sweetness has all
been drawn out

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