He stood in the rain holding a tray with six glasses, singing “Happy birthday to me” as the glasses slowly filled.
“I often feel sad. I want to be happier.”
“You should eat more lobster.”
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“I ate more lobster and I’m less unhappy. But still a little unhappy.”
“Try smiling even when you don’t really feel like it.”
“I’ve tried smiling when I don’t really feel like it and still feel sad. And a bit of an idiot.”
“Of course! Wear this hat.”
“Thanks but I still looked a grinning idiot. And I’m no happier.”
“Try flipping a coin as you walk down the street. Take the hat off.”
“I lost the coin. And my wallet. So I can’t afford to buy any more lobster. Sad.”
“Save up! Save up for lobster!”
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Air settles heavy around us
and gravity wears us down.
My shoulders bend, my chest caves, my legs lose their feeling.
And then, for a moment, a breath’s time,
the flame is glimpsed in the distance.