This is the tired, jaded, smeared, melancholy, grubby, dull, sweaty, disheveled, sluggish, murky Me.
She screens her calls.
She has a Xanax hangover.
She naps twice in one day.
She doesn’t wash her face before she goes to bed.
She hasn’t done dishes or taken out trash in a week.
She doesn’t cry from missing anyone, not even him.
She knows a lot of things she will never tell.