• When I think of happiness,

    My mind fills with images of

    Beaches and sunsets, fireworks.

    Running to rolling waves only to pull back,

    Suddenly, as they approach in an attempt

    to escape the water's chill.

    I could hop myself up on Zoloft and rum, but,

    Something tells me I'd be a weepy drunk.

    I'd cry about my fears of sea salt and sea fish and sea

    water and sea sand and sea wind,

    My fears of commitment and loneliness.

    While you talk of my godliness and my beauty,

    My intelligence and my talent;

    Your words like a river: in one ear and out the other,

    until, finally,

    My whining forces you to push me over the pier's side

    And feed me to the ocean's sharks.