say I’m deficient in vitamin D-
a by-product of
offices,
English circadian rhythm,
black-out-blinds.

Low on this elixir
and you are
shackled to the seasons,
taking long naps and
short weeps.

I forage for advice online:

Take a capsule,
a holiday,
some oily fish.

Be vibrant,
wear yellow,
go to the park.

Unleash the vivacity
in your brain.
You know that
this is
all in your head.

Douse myself in sun
until my skin smells
of sweat and ash,
turns pink like
little girls’ dresses.