the nightmare

my friend claudia
told me in the hallway
of our building as
she was getting
the mail that she was
depressed. why, i said,
what's up with that.
and she said that
everything was going
fine. things were
great. her life
was finally in a good
place and she had
nothing to worry about.
i have money, i have
a nice dog, i have
three fun guys that
i'm dating that don't
want to get married
or have me meet
their mothers.
i love my job, and
my doctor just told
me that i'm in perfect
health. damn, i said.
whew. i don't think
i could handle all
of that. be careful.
i know, she said, it's
a nightmare.