Joy
It churns smokelike out from the belly
in waves and gurgling noises, accompanying
drink, festivals, dance, and song
gains momentum once let off the leash
spreads through a cluster of humanity
as if contagious, as if necessary for survival;
it can be found on a beloved’s face at
airports, train stations, and bus terminals;
it swallows long absences,
in bellies with room enough for loneliness
and its disappearance, slowly, dry ice clouding
the room and simulating blindness.
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