Her Blue Period

She feels the blue creeping
in again. No, it has nothing to do
with the rain. How quick
they jump to that all-too-easy
conclusion. She’s so moody—
he loved using that excuse
for
another missed party,
another inappropriate giggle,
another quiet look of disappointment,
another too-bright yellow dress—
the one she wore to conceal
her melancholy.
Pop another Prozac, dear.
Life’s so much better
for all of them
when she remembers
to take her daily dose
of Vitamin P. How easily it goes
down with a full glass of water—
she’ll hardly even notice
the rain.