I am not sure he is even happy

Although he says he is

As he plunges a hand into the fire

I listen to his indrawn breath

say to him screw you

You can’t be happy with your hand in flames

your fingers curling like toast

He answers

I am the happiest of all men

Because I am caramelized

Like the famous beast

Ship of the desert

I carry my water

Light my way through the dark.