i start my day with a smoothie

what's wrong, she asks

on the phone, you sound so tired.

i am i tell her.

very tired, but there's more.

what?  she says.

what else?

i'm kind of bitter too

and holding in a lot of anger

and resentment.

i've been having ruminations

about the witch

i was married to for a short while.

oh, my she says.

drinking her strawberry smoothie.

i hear the slurping of her

straw at the bottom of her glass.

have you tried yoga

and meditation?

it works for me.

no. i tell her. it's been mostly

gin and tonics.

slice of lime.

i see, she says. well for me,

every morning, i go outside

and get into the lotus

position and thank the world,

the universe

for all that it's giving me.

i get in touch with nature

and my inner child.

i pray to that higher power,

that some call God, or whatever

and make my peace

with Him, or Her, or

whatever

and then i start my day,

making an organic smoothie

with whatever fruit is in season.

you're making me

even more depressed, i tell her.

gotta go. namaste.