Saturday, May 19, 2012
make me laugh, I dare you
my life.
a hunger strike for food.
so there it is.
I hear the talking.
loving words.
"just try and make her laugh,
I dare you."
"she laughs, I've heard her laugh,
she laughs with her whole body
and sometimes she'll spit out her drink.
but it's a trick to make her laugh,
if you do it, you've won her over."
"no she doesn't-"
"yes she does, god, you don't remember
anything even though you were there."
mock the rapid impetuous.
I cough, shake and quiver.
my heart blooms.
there is a moment of spring.
my teeth are shiny snow.
but my ears are stuck.
unloving words.
"Not now dear, mommy's busy"
No more laughing.
I might be a failure.
a coward, a thin-skinned quitter,
a loser,
my backspace says otherwise. click click click
oops, is today the perfect day.
for a good cry? I melt.
a popsicle in the sun,
I don't need to say these
colors are frozen most of the
time,you know, just try and make
me laugh today, I dare you.
the heat, the heat
it always gets to me.
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