happy

the typing of my

fingers

like a song

I don’t

know the end of.

it reminds me

that once

I didn’t

know how

but

what does

it mean to be

happy? Someone

told me once

but I forgot

it along the way and

instead

count the steps

I take

up my staircase

humming and laughing

to keep

the ghosts at bay.

The morning

yawns

as it

draws the

cold from my

hardwood floor

and I

race across it

as it bites my toes.

-2015