How I am.

She asks how I am,

And so, how am I?

My days are the usual day.

I wake up, I go out,

Time goes by.

My days are exactly the days

I have lived since arriving here.

In fact, how I am is amazed how

This comforts me year by year.

I work and I eat.

Life is muffins and jam.

The house is nice and quiet now.

That is how I am.

Five years in these rooms,

Reading Hegel and Kant

My mind is devoted to thoughts

On the meaning of life.

What more could I want?

So why is it lately I find I’m 

Uneasy all through the night?

And why even now does my skin

Feel explosive as dynamite?

Why does my heart pound

Like a battering ram?

How can she ask me how I am?

How I am is fine!