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Seasonal Depression
Wrapped in a blanket, digesting
poorly prepared noodles and a
box of Washington hills,
she stares at the ceiling long enough to
imagine shapely shadows
crawl across the room
forming the outlines of maple trees,
blown by strong New England winds-
trees who’s leaves seem to turn days before the rest.
Wrapped in a blanket she bites the skin
of her lower lip and spits on the floor
to see the slightest hue of red.
She goes days without eating and claims to feel the leaves
turning inside her stomach.
Wrapped in a blanket, digesting
poorly prepared noodles and a
box of Washington hills,
she stares at the ceiling long enough to
imagine shapely shadows
crawl across the room
forming the outlines of maple trees,
blown by strong New England winds-
trees who’s leaves seem to turn days before the rest.
Wrapped in a blanket she bites the skin
of her lower lip and spits on the floor
to see the slightest hue of red.
She goes days without eating and claims to feel the leaves
turning inside her stomach.