i am happy like the branch bending in the wind, like the willow branch dragged underwater by roiling waters

i am happy like a little bird in a high wind you may find dead on the ground

like the stone among stones in the gravel wash

like glance and gaze free in an open sky hours before sundown

like the vehicle that has been driven is hot, the engine is hot and the happiness of it emits a stench of carbon monoxide particulate fumes and engine coolant

like blood itself is happy


Bad things he would admit:

• Kicked vast old lady in the teeth, her foamy waves crashing

• Farted in mixed company, living and dead

• Ripped the guinea pig apart with my teeth, my spiritual teeth

• Gave up, surrendered to dirty sleep not once but over and over