bottomless

now that i'm cured,
happiness has no edges!

it's a working thing.
a splurge of restraint.

sadness smacks me in the face!
but my teeth & cheeks

are a bunch of dead-
end nerves. coffee, lucky.

no idle hand around...
not even an errant twinkle

from a passerby eye...
not complaining. not even

looking. can't change
if i were foolish enough

to want to. you know.
why else taste my name?