buy a burrito,
put it in the mail.?
take them to the mall
on a Tuesday noon and show
them what real sadness looks like.
blankets, lots of blankets?
I've eaten enough sunrises
to know the moon.
And that is when you make
happiness a mission of night
with knives.
pillows, lots of pointless throw pillows?
it's a losing battle
if you really float on it,
and I have been drowning
for a while.
drugs?
but if you look at the upside trees
in the lake,
you will catch a glimpse
of the other side
of the curtain rod.
buy a chocolate chip cookie.
and mail it to a celebrity?
I don’t know how to deal with happy people,
only sad bastards like myself;
happy people make me nervous.