Mantra

Me: "When I first came to this country,

the words that came to me were

Belong to Nowhere. Son of Life."

Guide: "Find a new mantra. Something to root you."

Me: "I can't say that things are good

without being sarcastic

about celestial fairies

smiling rainbows of poop."

Guide: "Take it out of your system.

Be as obnoxiously saccharine as you can."

Me: "Alright, I will give it a try.

"I have decided to make my life a prayer to joy."