How I Got Over, poem

i imagined sisyphus happy.

that great big boulder would give me

beautiful shoulders. that steepest of hills

would give me gorgeous calves. the haters

at the bottom of that hill? i could crush 'em.

i imagined sisyphus happy. 

In Greek mythology, Zeus gave Sisyphus the punishment of rolling a boulder up a hill for eternity. Each time Sisyphus got to the top, and thought his punishment was over, the boulder would slide down the hill again, and he’d have to start over. This poem is about finding ways to have joy, even when you have a hard life. 

from 12023 Woodmont Avenue

by Adrienne Christian