A Deepening Happiness
I woke up happy this morning and I don't know what to do The metamorphosis is total. Irreversible. It is worse than Ovid, worse than Kafka. I have not lived a poor life, and have been blessed on sweet occasion to feel bright joy, Sharp elation, the blue flower bliss, Even a rare euphoria (with the aid of substances or human substances) It was nothing like this is. I tried to write. I could not write. I tried to swim through the world, the syrupy matrix of it that has always slowed along like drunken laughter - from doorstep to Pluto It was like air. My friends have begun to greet me as a picture of myself, My brothers to view me from the other side of their eyes, My lovers to notice my embrace imperfect, because it is no longer desperate and wanting, because it is no longer love. These are turns that should make me unhappy but I cannot see them that way. Those who would love me less for my good fortune must themselves - not be worthy of me. This thought makes me happy. It is an ugly thought. I went to bed happy last night, Anticipated a flat stone dreamlessness that was delivered. I will wake up tomorrow, My soul burdened with the sins of the world Bearing seven-and-sevenfold the many wounds I have inflicted on it, Filled with gravel and the slow fire that can flash without warning - either white or red, Or my prayers will go unanswered. *First published in Snakeskin Poetry Bio from 2019: Daniel Galef's short stories have appeared in the American Bystander, Barnhouse, Bards and Sages Quarterly, Rivet, and Flash Fiction Magazine. At McGill University he wrote or edited for dozens of university publications and won the Krivy Award for Excellence in Playwriting at the McGill Drama Festival. He is the official Webster's Dictionary citation for the word "interfaculty"