i don't think i'm an especially happy person 
but i do love ripe bananas, right before they 
go bad when the skin is all brown-speckled 
& you can smell them from across the room
& the peel comes off really easy. i'm a person
of routines. i eat a banana everyday now & they're
not always ripe. there's a park by your house
i walk while you're at work & in the week 
i've been staying with you i have established 
a routine there. i walk the length of the creek
& then i circle the pond once. there's always
different dogs each time i walk. i do love dogs
& how they tug at their owners leashes & how 
they don't seem to mind much how cold it's getting.
the cold doesn't make me happy. whenever i walk
across bridges on the trail i imagine the wooden
slats breaking & me falling into the water & dying.
i know i'm happy because the thought of falling doesn't
thrill me or haunt me, it just exists. i love creeks 
& there's none like this in all of New York &
i don't think i'll ever be at home anywhere.
the cold doesn't make me happy by my red nose does,
i tried to take a picture of myself & i didn't
post it online because i looked ridiculous with 
how red my nose was. i love the color red, all 
the different shades; cardinal & stop sign &
jacket & blush & holly & cardinal. i also like
graham crackers, but i don't have any right now.
they don't need anything on them, just plain ones,
broken apart into nice even squares. i think i am 
happy though. i love so many small things.