You can never cry here.
If you do, cry in secret
In the night, into your pillow.
Don’t let anyone hear.
When they come with their flashlights, freeze.
Pretend you are asleep.
Don’t cry, baby, don’t cry
Unless, of course, what you want
Is to be instructed how to breathe
By someone half your age who thinks they know it all.
But baby, you’ve been breathing twice as many years
As the stupid idiot twit
Poised by your bedside
Ready to hit that panic button.
She’s so scared that you might
Have an outburst.
The kids that work here need to go back to their dorms
And sleep it off.