Poem: hole / under

she doesn't understand
my depression
              hell,
i don't understand my
              depression
do you understand
              my depression?
does anyone understand
any
depression?

you grip you hold you bear you
              breathe
and lurking with no trace of
              humor
ready to pull relentlessly yet
teasingly provocative invitingly
suspenseful (oh my what is 
this about maybe just LOOK at
it a little bit)
              a little
is too much to digest

at once at all

i don't understand why she
doesn't understand isn't this
her kiss?





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(c) douglas brent smith