Whenever I see this poem
it reminds me
of a funny friend of mine
who one day
when I was trying to sell my house
and had this painting
lying around
advised me to get rid of my man hating poem.
Which is the kind of thing
that can happen
when you only read the first few lines
of one of my poems.
It’s also the kind of thing that can happen
when you have absolutely no
cracking idea
about depression.
(Which isn’t surprising I know
given all the wrong-thinking textbooks and doctors,
who incidentally
this poem is dedicated to).
PS: My friend once told me, he said, Lisa
Depression isn’t a disease
like most people think it is,
it’s a healing response
like a runny nose is
to a virus.
Which I think is about the finest way
to describe the big D
I’ve ever heard.
Thanks friend who prefers to remain nameless.
