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Bad Jokes

Laughter

used to bubble

closer to the surface

in me

 

I was the girl

giggling in churches

at the back of classrooms

and at all the wrong moments

 

Later

I found humor in stuffy speeches

self-righteousness

or in anyone

who thought he had all the answers

 

The happiness in me

seemed indiscriminate

almost boundless

until today

when I find myself without you

wondering

what I ever found so funny

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  1. I enjoyed this – & Funeral Sandwiches. Thank you.


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