sadness in my chair

i came home last night

and sadness was sitting in the chair again-

see how he hovers, like a ghost,

drifting between my world and someone else’s.

i want to push him hard, shove him up against the fridge

and get my hands inside him, hit my body against his

like a car crash.

i want to tell him, you will not ruin me. not this time.

not this time

or ever or ever or ever.