depressed and blue
you run out and buy
a gallon of butter
brickle icecream
and a jar of hot fudge
with which to heat
up and pour on
top of the bowl.
you throw in some
walnuts and shake up
a can of whipped
cream which you spray
on top, making a
wavy white foamy
mound. you throw
three cherries onto
to that and dig
in. it goes down
quck and easy,
and feels like the
kind and compassionate
hand of a well
intentioned therapist,
but then the phone
rings and it's betty.
she's changed her
mind. she doesn't want
to break up afterall.
you let out a small
burp, and loosen
up your belt by two
notches. when you
can get up, you'll
go for a long run.
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