recycling apathy

she would really like to
scream and scream and scream
and tear her hair out
and then have a good cry
at the injustices
the debts
the pill-drowning friends
the absent lovers
the isolation
and lack of a surety
that she could ever
get it right
but such a fit
would take costly energy
it isn't practical
best to brush teeth
splash cold water on the face
practice deep breathing exercises
and slumber until
the next day dawns
with a reminder that
yet again
nothing was accomplished
no one was saved
no money moved from one hand
to the next
no quick comfort in the flesh
or sweating, blinding orgasm
just a recycled day
and a sticky film of defeat
that won't wash off