Unhappiness and misery are choices.
‘I do not choose to be unhappy, though,’
you claim. A seven-second silence passes,
allowing you to frame some yesterday
and hang it on this conversation’s wall.
‘You see,’ you say in triumph. ‘Look at that.’
I do not look; I know the form already.
Know what? Deep breath. Move on. Smile for the camera.
Remember to make a wish as you start to cut.