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By Gordon Taylor

  • There is a list of joy
  • synonyms in section 4 of the dialectical
  • behaviour handbook, including
  • bliss and cheer, euphoria
  • and hope, zest and zeal,
  • gay, elation.
  •  
  • My favourite is bliss
  • because of the sibilant s.
  • Can you imagine a snake
  • smiling after a big meal?
  •  
  • I’m returning from hospital
  • after week 2 of trans-cranial
  • magnetic stimulation, ear ringing,
  • eye twitching, shoelaces double tied
  • so I can’t trip over myself.
  •  
  • I Facetime Joan as she walks
  • near the sunny North Sea
  • on Sylt, Germany.
  • The water is grey cellophane
  • and wind flips her new bangs
  • back from her glorious
  • wrinkled forehead.
  •  
  • She says animals known
  • for hopping never suffer
  • from depression. Can you imagine jumping
  • on a grave like a childhood
  • mattress? Quick, someone tell
  •  
  • the elephants it’s impossible
  • to be sad when you’re close
  • to the sky. Quick, someone
  • call the cops.
  • I’m a crying kangaroo
  •  
  • skipping past rows of taxis
  • and patients smoking cigarettes
  • with tall IV pole companions.
  • I’m bouncing home, swinging
  • my arms. I’m a coiled spring.

 

Photo by Ashish Upadhyay from Unsplash

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  • Gordon Taylor
  • Issue 179
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