The elevator opens and I say
“thank you so much for bringing it up for me”
and she walks away laughing
as I ride down to the bottom floor.
But that was before, when we had
a building over our heads.
What if I gave all my laughs away to others?
I post Far Side cartoons about vaccination
in the department’s chat channel,
parody lyrics to songs everyone knows.
90% of my friends will not repost—
a picture of a fence.
There is no snow day, only Zoom
Laughter is the best gift I have for my friends.
Laughter can save lives.
What if I gave all my laughs away to others?
What if I had none left for myself?
Laughter doesn’t come back as an echo
and the only reflection is in someone else’s face
(emojis don’t count).
They say to be a black magician
the first thing you give up is laughter.
Laughter can save your soul.
What if I gave all my laughs away to others?
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Friday, February 05, 2021
Laughter Can Save Lives
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bop,
plague journal,
poetry
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