Poems from the R.M. Dolin novel, “The Dangling Conversation”
How Are You Happy
You ask how I’m happy
and all I say is
I don’t know.
In the end,
happiness is nothing more than
a fresh coat of paint
on the weathered surface
of a stale life.
Asking how I’m happy
is like asking me to pick
a pallet of colors blindfolded,
maybe I get lucky enough
to be the squirrel who
occasionally finds an acorn,
but realistically,
I’ll more likely
starve and disappear.
From chapter 3 of the R.M. Dolin novel, “The Dangling Conversation.” Isabelle describes her failed marriage to Kyle.
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