When I’m depressed I tend to build
a nest inside of myself, shaped like me,
cocoon. Picture something
like a swaddled child or an electric car. 

The fireworks outside battery-jump my heart. 

Have you ever felt the weight
of the inevitable, crushing
your chest like a Coke can?

Yes, distance is perspective. I can see
unhealthy, like tasting infection. 

Have you ever drove next to water
or across a bridge
and felt the quick fleeting urge
to take your car clean off the side?

Me, too,
but it’s been a while. Have
I told you, this poem
is about joy?