“We’re so happy.”

“Only in the picture though.”

Happiness flees
Like water moving underneath the trees
You can’t step in the same river twice
(Maupassant's Pierre et Jean taught me that)
So I just don’t step in at all.

But I do other things
With my feet and
hands.
Other people.
I slide my hand up her
Skirt.
I slide my foot up her
Slacks
She stands up after she
figures it out.
That I’m a miserable ****
Who just wants off
And only sees doubt.