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Depression, the rudest muse [poem]

she asked me who inspired my poems
and I froze
how could I explain
the way you sneak up on me
when I’m cooking and
I burn dinner
the way you show up
at my workplace unannounced and
the afternoon reports are
full of typos
the way you slip into bed
next to me at midnight and
start talking every time I’m almost asleep
you are the rudest muse
on the planet
I’ll be damned
if I know how to make you


bookdragon, poet, witch

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