How Are You Doin?

How are you doin, he says to me
Like I should know the answer to his
riddling mind questions
Like why he has a thousand hands
a mythical creature? Nah, just a man
who smokes too much
threatens to love me, white picket
fences nightmares
hanging those dramas over my head
No more, I answer. That's how I'm doin' -
no more.