Misery loves company But company doesn’t love misery. So put away your Shakespearian tragedies Line up the spine Of your Bell Jar With your Discipline and Punish And force yourself out of this Room of Your Own. Wash the stains off the sink And empty the trash Clean the smoking gun With Windex Multi-Surface Tape up your heart And put away the first aid kit. Nobody wants to see The mess you’ve made of yourself. Pick up the phone Make the calls of the day. Doctors and Verizon bills Friends and family. Hesitate when you pass That forbidden entry in your contact list Dial the area code Replace the receiver. You’re the only one who wants you To make that call. Chirrup into the phone About work and the weather Don’t mention the rain. Talk about the newest Stephen King novel About oogie green monsters And the surprise on page 199. Use your big toe To slide the copy Of Geo Stone’s book Farther under the couch. You found your surprise Like a gift On page 126. Sit down at a computer screen And write your life into words That no one is ever going to hear. Fill the page with all the things You’re not allowed to say Or think. Contain your silence And its wayward sound. Traced the days in which you die Slowly One moment at a time. There’s just Nothing to say anymore So you get up in the morning Pry your body out of bed And force it into clothing Put on your makeup Brush your hair And step out the door. You have grocery shopping to do And mail to drop off And you might as well, There’s nothing better to do. Sociability 101 Walk the walk Talk the talk swing by the neck from your gallow’s humor and continue on your merry way.