Bilingual, Depression

Not everyone's depression

Speaks all the languages

couramment.

What languages

can't

your depression speak?

French,

Russian,

Kannada,

Inuk,

Lebanese,

nature,

dancing,

Bach's cello suite in G.

I invite someone

to send me somewhere exotic,

and film

a documentary

on how my depression

died from being bilingual.

In all my dreams

I fill and empty

suitcases

and backpacks.

MDMR,

nope that's a drug.

There's some other

all-the-rage therapy

where eye-ball

movement choreography

relieves

or cures

deep trauma.

This morning I tried to try it.

I giggled

so maybe

it works.

The End.

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