coping, doping up a little
to meet the challenges.
Working up to feeling
better with the help of medications
that rattle in the bottles
in the bottom of your purse.
the side affects of faking
better mental health
so you can talk about
coherently the things that
you run on about. Hiding the
important stuff between
the chatter, babble really,
of all that you need help with,
but won’t get. Weakly feign
at being stronger, long day and
growing longer—you handle it until
the children fall asleep. Wait for your husband
to drawback from your impassive shoulder
so you can sleep the fitful sleep that
you looked forward to all day.