On Loving Major Depressive Disorder

Two mugs, every morning, two down / one back up. Two bowls, every night, / two down, one put away. / Six bananas, three rotten after three days, / half an orange, one piece of bread, one fork. // “It’s okay,” mumbled, / “I’m trying to feed you.” One plate. One side / of the bed with rustled sheets and shallow breathing. / Two mugs, no juice, no speaking, / one bowl.