Thoughts on a Pig of Happiness

I am watching the
light from your ukulele
on the walls euphoric

The eustacian tube runs between
the ear and the pharynx
and is responsible for that thing.
that happens
when you close your eyes
that roars with tiny hairs vibrating
and opening to outside.

When you held in your hands
and in all the caulked-up
pockmarks and pimples and chickenpox scars
and dentures and spaces between where one part
of you meets another
you told me we held the universe
or at least the universal

Every piece of broken skin
caked in
sweat-salt
cork sandal soles is
a
part.

If you tell me again you
shaved your head for happiness
or that this root word, happ
is all turns and choice
and that these roots might
crack the side-
walk
rot,
I will kiss you
out of respect for your art,
of course.