the therapist asks me, as i lie down
on her new
plush red couch,
that i basically paid for.
ahh, i sigh.
happiness.
let me think for a moment.
a good night's sleep.
a good meal.
a good laugh.
reading a good book, or
watching a great movie.
making love.
she scribbles something down
on her pad,
and nods.
and what about love,
relationship love,
does that make you happy.
no, no.
i tell her, suddenly getting
a pain down my left arm
and a throbbing in my head.
i quickly do some breathing
exercises
that my mentor jimmy taught
me. no, let's move on.
dark chocolate makes
me happy and
hitting a jump shot from
the corner.
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