It’s not nearly so romantic and glamorous as it seems
in novels, or in old movies on late night TV,
this slow descent into madness.
Dreams of a dead lover or bouts of melancholia
are harder to explain during a coffee break than they would be
prone on a fainting couch in the front parlor.
And there are no candlelit corridors or
moonlit gardens to wander,
only a smelly stairway with the vestiges
of a neighbor’s attempt to fry fish.
It’s hard to explain.
You are numb from the heart down,
you don’t belong in the budget meeting,
but in a dressing gown, staring out the window,
and no, you cannot “just get over it.”
Karen Southall Watts is teaching, writing, and reinventing her life. Her flash fiction and poetry have been featured at Fairfield Scribes, Free Flash Fiction, The Drabble, Sledgehammer Lit, 101Words, Soren Lit and The Chamber Magazine. She is also the author of several business books and articles. Karen is a 2021 Pushcart nominee.