Is joy still joy when it’s anonymous? Jokes that make me smile Have never seen me frown. It’s gently familiar, this. But I can’t tell what I’m reminded of. Not asking me “tea or coffee?” But not asking me “rum or vodka?” Not asking me anything. Not searching. Though the comfort gives me space. But if anyone asked, I'm scared of the answer To “What’s she interested in, then?” She's definitely Humanities. Horses! She likes those. She carried a camera once. And has blonde hair Like a golden retriever With a floppy tongue And a cocked head And so much joy And probably isn’t thinking much anyways. Is joy still joy when it's anonymous? Does joy speak?