Happy

“You seem happier,”
she told me
over dinner
and I sipped my beer
and felt like the king
of the fucking world.

I was happier,
and I did feel better,
because it seemed like
people cared
about all this writing
and all this personal
bloodshed.

That felt good
because bleeding
for nobody but me
was tough.

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