I am tired,

Like cab drivers with families in the morning,

Eating breakfast before going to their second job kind of tired.

How many times can you wear a smile before it goes threadbare?

How many times will the same person think it’s real?

Do you tumble dry or cold wash a grin so worn down that

The teeth are stumps cracked down the middle,

With colonies of ants exploring the great unknown?

I am tired.