Feeling Good

“Good,” he said,
“is so non-specific.
Say more about why
you’re feeling good.”

She stretched a clean leg
out, arched her back, felt
the calf cramp rock her
like a blunt knife entering,
then withdrawing, subsiding,
fading.  When she opened her eyes

he was still there.  “I don’t have to
say anything about it at all,” she said.
“The point of feeling good is to feel it,
not describe it.”  And she wished him gone
while she still felt good.