whatever works

sometimes
retail therapy works.
sometimes
you just need a stiff
drink,
or to throw
things away
that she gave you.
sometimes you
can go on a long
run, and sweat
the angst out,
or sleep, sleep is
always an option.
other times you call
up Sheila
and tell her
to come over, you
need a shoulder
to cry on.
you try all of these
ideas, then finally
you sit still in front
of the screen,
hammer at the keys,
and decide to
write it through
to the bittersweet
end.