I wish my brain

Wouldn’t invite every thought

In for tea.

Sometimes,

It’s ok to stand

At the door,

Have a conversation, 

With a thought,

And politely

Close the door.

Except my brain

Doesn’t know how

To do that.

So I’m stuck

Hosting thoughts 

All day and all night.

Being a reluctant host.

Some days

My brain invites 

thoughts 

from past

relationships,

past jobs, 

past friendships.

And throws a party. 

But then doesn’t

clean up afterwards.

So I’m left,

Exhausted 

Unable to sleep

Cleaning up the mess 

They made.