Impossibility

Heart Breathings

“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

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  1. My Papa used to say that FINE was the biggest lie in the world. Implying, of course, that most people who say they are, aren’t. Also, that it meant All Fouled Up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional. Now, when I hear someone say that I can’t think of anything else.

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