Afternoon Happiness Poem

Excerpt of the poem:

"Afternoon Happiness" by Carolyn Kizer

At a party I spy a handsome psychiatrist,

And wish, as we all do, to get her advice for free.

Doctor, I’ll say, I’m supposed to be a poet.

All life’s awfulness has been grist to me.

We learn that happiness is a Chinese meal,

While sorrow is a nourishment forever.

My new environment is California Dreamer.

I’m fearful I’m forgetting how to brood.

And, Doctor, another thing has got me worried:

I’m not drinking as much as I should

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My favorite eating guide (but I won't pass up a large helping of collard greens and fried chicken!):

"Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants." -Michael Pollan