Just Cry

Sometimes, I just cry.

Even on my meds.

Little things–

Mom’s granola bar,

10 months past expiration.

His invitations

My fur-babies.

My refrigerator

My 600lb life.

Out of Xanax.

Out of money.

Out of family.

Just cry, baby girl.

Just cry.

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