my life coach

your life coach
calls you on the phone,
she's drunk
and crying.
you can tell she's in
a bar from the noise,
the music and
clinking of bottles.
i'm not going to
charge you for this
session, she says.
but i thought you
seemed depressed
the last time we met.
you mean when you
came over to help
me organize my sock
drawers, yes, she
says, beginning to
hiccup. i think you
should have a separate
drawer for the tan
colored socks, they
should have their
own space. why are
you crying, you ask
her. i'm not sure she
says. someone called
me bossy the other day.
but i have to go
now. see you next week.
we're doing shirts.
so do some laundry.
hiccup. ouch, someone
just stepped on my
foot. bye.