“how are you?,”
she asks,
like people always do,
as if she, like most,
does not understand the absolute impossibility of the question
it becomes a frantic puzzle to decode:
does she really want to know the truth?
how can I possibly sum it up in a simple answer?
or is she just asking in the meaningless way people do,
only wanting the answer,
“fine”
because I am not fine
Heart Breathings 