HAPPY

a girl who can lace her fingers together
behind my neck and
hang there for just a moment
to tell me
she is happy

this is what I need
as the days tip over
week after week
into the faint exhaust of memory

there's a cut on my shin
and i can't find my glasses

i suppose that's only natural
for a guy who goes to work and
comes home to sit with the TV
like a sick friend

skirting the parties and
questions from people
who don't know any better
(or any worse)

the grey pills do their job
most days and do it so well
sometimes I want a sink full
so i can never be sad again

but a girl
to lace her fingers together
behind my neck and
hang there for just a moment
to tell me
she is happy

this is what I'd die for.