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Why, my soul, are you downcast?

It’s living with that old lady, isn’t it? How she persists in the face of nobody’s interest.

How she lavishes Pond’s Classic Caring Crème in grudging 3AM light, electricity hauled from the dark to service her futile salvage effort.

How she creeps into the kitchen for coffee draped in a 30-year old robe, the good one reserved for the inevitable hospital visit (as she would explain if anyone asked).

How she is out the door in her sensible shoes, immune to the street’s indifference, persistent in her flaws despite being trained to please.

How as a smoother version of herself, better packaged, she was a pleasant woman, but she is no longer pleasing.

In fact she can be very unpleasant, though combed, usually, and clean, doddering along in the general rush.

How she can’t even knit worth beans or imagine anyone else’s misery.

Soul, how you groan, poor soul, in such company.