I wish I could frame this —
this feeling right here, see?
Not a mischievous specter at the edge;
no — this one’s a dandelion yellow juggernaut
right at the center.
Life is such a peppy innovator, is it not?
With its funny Rube Goldberg machines
plunking us to spots so meticulously adjusted to our buttocks.
Life! Its maniacal laughter — jazzy and inviting: come dance with me, kid!
You look far too lovely
to not have someone just as beautiful
sway you under the glittering disco ball.
I wish I could take a picture of it,
in this soft, sparkling nick of time.
I ought to visit a radiologist right now
because I’m certain they’ll find the inside of my chest permeating lumen:
an almighty beaming! — No, wait! Not beaming;
dancing! A cotillion of light!
Strings of it exploding —
Waving and winking and twinkling!
An orchestra at New Year’s!
To exist feels so good I want to tell strangers about it like some crazed heretic!
Hey did you know life could be so beautiful? Do people know about this?
Fuck, they should put this in the papers!
I feel like I’m about to burst;
a chrysalis, or a Pokémon,
or maybe just a Theo; who hungered for light,
and is now a bouncing, dazzling orb themself.
Hold on, does my hair look okay?
Ah, what does it matter! Hurry,
take the picture! The light
looks quite magnificent from here.