Sometimes the best you can do is wait the night out
With a box of Girl Scouts' Thin Mints and a kitty at your feet
With a bed rumpled from tossing and turning
With your phone on silent but still close so you can see it blinking
With strangers' voices lulling and pitching
With The Weepies streaming from your computer speakers
With your eyes drooping, blinking, drooping again
With a worn out pep talk on repeat in the back of your mind
With a smile ready to deny that anything at all is the matter