February heart song

an ode to my medication working and a glimmer of hope

happiness is hubba bubba bubblegum expanding ever so slightly until one final pop sends sticky sweetness across the four corners of my cheeks.

happiness is a newly ironed green-striped dress, just barely warm, twirling like spaghetti on a fork, my little feet in my mother’s black high-heeled boots clinking on the beige tile.

happiness is crunchy conversations in the passenger seat with air a muted orange from the night street lights and salty fries found at the bottom of the crispy brown bag.

happiness is sparkles and glitter spilled all over my heart when I open our white door with the polka-dot-door mat to find an imperfect boy who is finally back from touching clouds in a Diamond Star DA20.

happiness is a bedtime story written by Elton John sung by my sleepy dad on a creaky piano seat.