Pull joy out of a hat
And it looks like walking through a grocery store
7 pm on a Thursday in January
The aisles clear and peaceful
Pull joy out of a hat
And it looks like inches of hair
Piled on the salon floor
Eight months grown out
Three months overdue
Metaphorically and literally, a weight off my shoulders
Pull joy out of a hat
And it looks like a strawberry milkshake
And extra crispy onion rings
And a joke I’ve seen before
That still makes me laugh
Pull joy out of a hat
And it will appear
As long as you reach for it
With Love,
Natalie