Veronica

Veronica woke up to the phenomena
of feeling such gradations of well-being –
such a reeling panoply and range of gladness –
she wondered if she’d happened on

the central madness of all happiness – stranger
and more dangerous than deep depression:
what was this large unnerving glorious
expression she could feel begin to glide across

her face until her smile became so wide that
it began to ache? Was this some mania
remaking her – or was it joy? Boy! She dared
to think she might have stumbled onto some

bold drumming secret of the heart: the part
of her, and life, and all the Universe that
was and is eternally untainted; something
actually pure. Her cat was not so sure.




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