You place nine
on your knockoff cornflakes.
On the fridge there hangs a list and it is the recipe to happiness.
It starts with blueberries and a balanced breakfast
you need a balance in your day
Careful, mindful steps towards completion
early to sleep and early to rise.
This is healthy. This is happy.
You are happy.
( But about what about that time we walked all night - )
Hush. You are happy.
( - to get to school
down the mountain through the forest and along the lake where we drank sangria and ate strawberries
and our soles were bared because our shoes were badly chosen and we were too tired to guard our words against each other
stumbling into class at 8:17 two minutes after the bell went and no one knew what we'd been through and - )
Go for a jog.
Gently, now. Push yourself but not too hard.
A drink in the evening
it's Friday after all
but one beer and avoid cigarettes darling
they're a filthy habit.
( - passing a cigarette between fumbling fingers
because it was so cold but you loved him a little
so you stayed and watched
the sun rise over the - )
Read a bestselling book
it'll give you something to talk about at parties.
( - standing in front of a public bathroom mirror
for an hour and convincing yourself that you cannot
because Descartes wasn't thorough enough and
the pragmatists are ridiculous - )
Go to bed early.
Take a pill to kill the anxiety
and to -
( - sleepless nights and tears
the kind of laughter only exists when you’re a little bit tipsy and haven’t slept in thirty six hours and you’re both profoundly miserable and elated because look look look at that sunrise.
Look at the crazy people at the mad angry broken people).
- block the bad dreams.
(You had better enjoy those nine blueberries.)