Pocket Annie has depression
but not the sad kind.
She doesn't know what it is,
just that it is.
Maybe it's her eyes not recognizing shine,
or comfort in the form of distress,
or we haven't figured out the words
to "I love you!" yet.
Every Saturday is snow
for someone dying we'll never know,
but if she is you and
you are me, then
you can see you're living among
the parts apart in community.
Say it out loud:
she is you and
you are me.
Now figure out what it means.
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