Reid@YWP

I hold my prefrontal cortex with the shame of

sinking, water lilies seeping from my lips into the grey-green

marsh I call (uselessly) 

home.

My mind hisses with the strain of too many canned-up voices

saying

…

Happiness is a cup of tea

Steeped to bitter perfection
 

It is humming along to a favorite melody

Slightly off key (as usual)

Happiness is a sad smile

Shared with an old friend
 

Half a turkey burger

add cheese

I want salad and fries

plus ketchup

and a cup of buttered noodles

because why should I have to choose

are you writing this down?

A drink, yes