By slug
Date: 24 September 2000

happy

“Write something happy,” you said.
                    Happy…
                          happy…
                      what’s happy?
           I know happy.
I knew it from the first time you smiled at me.

Three whole months – give or take (perhaps not whole) of happiness.
                     I enjoyed it.
                     I lived it.
                     I didn’t write it.
Writing cuts it off – like a gangrened limb.

        I was seizing the day…
                          The hour…
                             The moment…
         A hundred happy moments full of
“I'm getting hot – take off your shirt”
and
“You’re cool like John Travolta was cool in the seventies”
and
“it’s funny because….”

I am naturally sad (lonely)
I am naturally loving
I am natural.
        I was hopeful – realistic – cynical 
I was cynical
         Cynical and elated
Woozy with like and steeped in the reality of limited you-time
 	But happy – 
            content – 
            giddy – 
            joyful – 
            blissful –
(Use your feeling words)
                         (“NOT angry, but if you ask me again…”)
            and friends.
             Corny, but perfect.
Some people are meant to be blessed with that – cheesy as it is.
But if I had to pick between
			(alternative) girlfriend and
      					            Ellie Mae…
               Everyday…I’ll be your everyday friend.