"Every Thursday I go to couples therapy with my depression
he whispers in my ear to stay in bed for another day, presses his palm to my chest, afraid I'm going to escape the covers.
After i scrape myself out of the shower,
I still smell like him.
Like midnight panic attacks,
Like first name basis with the CVS pharmacist,
Like "i'm not hungry, i already had a rice crispies treat today"..."