Everything I write
(as I discovered today)
has either to do with
finding God, addiction, or suicide
(but I only actively think about one of these things)
The poem was supposed to end there.
But I have things left to say.
What I actively think about is not suicide.
I actively think about addiction,
which is the foundational principle
of being human.
I actively think of sadness,
and how it is happiness
except we don’t see it that way.
That’s why people can cry from
sadness and happiness.
Next time you feel sad
tell yourself that what you’re feeling
is a good, happy thing.
Next time you’re tempted
to drink, do so.
Know that addiction
is a three-syllable word
for doing things
that make you happy and sad at the same time.
Written at 6:37 at night, in my backyard, by the firepit, while mosquitos nibble at my feet.