is it “normal” to be so scared of being “happy”?
not necessarily thrilled—more zealous, middling or fairish?
and avoidant, perhaps shy, a rather realistic refrain?
please tell me
because for such an extremist and idealistically packaged brand
if handed an “ever after”, “serendipity” on one knee,
a back pocket of sunrises—i’d confidently accept, a gratified middle