she drowns herself in bottomless midnights

unfolding

searching each crease

for something she might've missed----

misinterpreted or misunderstood

she irons the wrinkle

maybe he didn't mean it

were his eyes closed when he said it?

maybe his fingers were crossed

or was his coffee not right that morning?

she tries to sleep,

yet, she unfolds another.

she takes those folded from a time before

unfolding and packing them

into the heavy black bags under her eyes

***

This one is for the overthinkers, unfolding memories that have been folded a long time ago.