She’d sucked it up bucked up buttoned up bottled it up
lightened up shut up snapped herself out of it

kept her pecker up head down hair on kept schtum
counted blessings silver linings worse things happening

at sea knew it might never happen and even if it did
it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

When it happened no one cried over spilt milk.
It’s what she would have wanted.