He's where my mind roams
every time I think of home
warm, safe, a tribunal green zone.

go ahead, play me
again and again and again

someone asked,

“how can you be
so happy,

but still write poetry
like depression
is all you know?”




did it ever occur to you
that maybe

I’m only happy because
I took that depression
out on this paper,

instead of taking it
out on myself?