How are you?

by Mark

How are you?
A loaded question
Aimed at the veins
Situated by the wrist.
How do I answer?
I’m ok now but
Seconds ago I wanted to
Fly through my window
While driving at sixty
Toboggan by onlookers.
Can I say I don’t know?
Yet everyone asks daily.
Like we are supposed to
Understand our inner feelings
Fixed into a moment
Of present stories bent by
The nail that beats into
Our heads no one wants
to rip out and see.

-Mark J