I am so unfamiliar
with this simple kind of joy
that I was actually scared I had relapsed
into some kind of twisted sadness again.
But I feel this silly kind of happy where
I want to try on every piece of clothing
in my closet at once, put on the music my parents
listened to when they were falling in love
and call my friends to sing along badly to them.
They’ll laugh and stay on the line for seventeen
minutes too long because they love me that much.
I feel the kind of joy where I could just float up
into the night sky, fish for stars and nap on the moon.
I had grown weary of hurricane love and am
so lucky to have found a calming ocean affection.
My stomach used to be filled with dying moths
but now the most stunning and restless butterflies
fill me with joy and I won’t ever let them fly away.