right hand pointing

 

     
  Anna Lucas

Just a Little Gas

 

 
Happiness is
       an inflated thing,
       an overrated thing,
a flirtation, a tryst,
gone before you turn your head.
Happiness is
       an inert chemical
       leaking from a bright stretchy thing.
It leaves you holding a knotted string.

 

 

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