by Holly Day
My mother says it’s a sign of depression
to become obsessed with learning how to do
new things. Or maybe she means
“The Depression.” I’m not sure.
The shelves in my office are overflowing
with books about home repair
Cub scout survival guides.
I busy my head in making
new seats for the tattered dining chairs
needlepoint projects to make old things look nice
my husband comes home from work
notices nothing. Sits heavy on the newly-recovered
couch, talks of depression
or The Depression, sighs so deep I
can’t tell which.