Sometimes happiness arrives unnoticed.
It sneaks up on you while your mind
is elsewhere. It comes in
disguise, as a song or a touch.
This time, it came as a dare.
I wasn’t afraid. I said that.
I’m not scared, I said. And
gave my credentials for wrecklessness.
I’m not. I’m not scared. I’m dazed,
perhaps, but as happy as any
good girl could be. I don’t question.
I cradle this joy that to others
would seem a changeling,
a monstrous creature delivered at night
by a clever demon, and left in place
of a safe and boring life.
I’m not scared. Surprised maybe,
But not scared. I write my poems,
I follow my orders, await commands
and try to please. My eyes glaze over,
my mind floats free, the words
come fast, my body follows.
All I need is two words: good girl.
I submit. And my life is complete.