I do not know what to tell you
Only that I live in a small town
& when the power is out my
Silhouette becomes prominent
As the moon gathers darkness. 
I look out the window into the
Distance, neon lights from shops
Blur as I shift focus to find peace.
I do not know what to tell you
Other than this, that my friends &
I are having a fifth of vodka, with
Fingers no longer being fingers
& laughter so wild like thunder
Tearing through a silent night. 
I swear, we could have been 
Somewhere else, but we chose to
Be here, alive, & revel till dawn.
Because what has sadness got 
To do with it, with this happiness.
I do not know what to tell you
Other than what’s on my kitchen 
Counter: goat milk powder, grape,
Cinnamon, honey, soiled plates 
From three nights ago. A roach 
Climbing out the sink drain, & I 
Witness it live too as proof of my
Living. I do not know what to tell you
But perhaps, being sad is being
Nothing else, means no more, than
Being sad. & I believe.