it started as a giggle
turned into gale force hilarity
tears streaming from squinted eyes
hands on hip and belly
barely catching a breath
which is only more funny
the neighbors are offended
how dare you be happy
in this April snow storm
this life of rug pulled from beneath feet
arms pinwheeling themselves
an effort to stay upright
how dare you find joy
when fucked up is happening all around you
did you see the news
don't you understand the seriousness
don't you get how
this is nothing to be laughed at
who can fight back with weaken willow legs
softened by frivolity
if you are talking to the living
in real time face to face
how you gonna like there statuses
do you hear anyone else having fun
if I ever lost my ability to find joy
in the mist of fuckery
I'd be unhappy
always
and the body count would be high so
let me enjoy my laughter
my habit of being in the company of pulses
you enjoy you complaints and pessimism
I'd rather weep with joy in a room full of friends
than wallow in whatever you are wallowing in
I'm ok not being welcomed to your pity party
but you are always welcomed to laugh with the living
find happy in the beat of hearts
and belly laughs so real
they sound like love
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