happiness

I could have happiness as my blog theme, but I think I'll stick with apathy. I think I'm stuck with apathy. Happily apathetic. I like that.

He asked me if I need flowers or poetry. I said no, I need you to bring home that fifteen dollar orange metal dolly with fat tires, and a blue picture frame you dug out of the Hillsboro trash. I need to wake up next to you in the morning, lay down with you at night. That's all I need. I don't know how to seem as happy as I am.