she’s so tired,
she’s so in love,
and she’ll stay up all night because he promised
– pinky
her a
midnight call
which she’d always thought was romantic.

she keeps awake with cherry Coke cans stacked on the nightstand,
lying on the bed making origami out of green paper
something she’d learned in 4th grade,

but her phone is losing battery from constant checking
it’s 8 minutes to three,
no matter how many paper swans she folds,

I don’t think he’s calling.