What a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor cannot do,
is launch you into the air,
on wings of aviation-grade aluminum,
35,000 feet up…
to peer down at the Earth, and your troubles,
which, at this height, are more piddly and inconsequential
than you could have ever imagined.
What a relief.
In the quilted crust below, you are not even a thread,
or a single stitch,
or a molecule of dye,
So just relax.
For the next two hours and six minutes, you are lighter than air.
Have a pretzel—it’s complimentary.





WwowW … I must have the wrong brand or something; mine don’t do any of that!
Remember, this is Zoaloft, not Zoloft. A plane ride gives one a perspective that an SSRI–even yours–cannot.