Happiness I take it as a boiling coffee
In small sips, not to burn the tongue
But, at that rate, the coffe gets cold
Before it’s enjoyed

And lo, mine have cooled

But I have no time for depression
I can’t find a place in my schedule
For a suicide

And at this lunch break I find myself wondering
If maybe I should have taken it all at once
While it was still hot
Even if I burned my tongue, my throat
Even if I burned my teeth
At least I would have felt something
And not this emptiness

But now it’s too late
But it’s never too late

There’s always a microwave

There’s always the goddamned hope
That vulture

I stuck a note on the fridge:
“I’ll be happy tomorrow”
The day before the day before yesterday