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.
