The Problem
Joy is a problem
it keeps me anxious, up all night
dreaming on the ceiling,
happy yet knowing
the coming day will probably be just okay,
not grey but some other tone
between radiant azure and baseboard mold.
The instability of contentment
is legendary, it’s a jelly baby
that goes stale overnight.
I’m ridiculously happy for no good reason,
It can’t last, and that makes me nervous,
it’s just so damn problematic.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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