Paula Cisewski

The Laughing Club

 

Laughter reclined

alone in the void

wondering what she

 

might sound like

if there were such

a thing as sound….

 

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She chewed a hangnail…

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She tapped her foot….

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She made what

she suspected

were hilarious faces

 

and wished someone

would invent mirrors…

…………………………. Or

 

at least light. Even one flicker,

one bulb! ……………………………………………….

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………………………………………………………Ages later,

the Big Bang banged.

It was so unexpected:

 

first like the drop  

in your stomach when

you miss a step

 

then like the relief

when you catch

the handrail.

 

Laughter experienced survival glee!

After that, things around her

seriously sped up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly Laughter

 

Suddenly laughter

becomes something

 

            other     maniacal

 

wail        she was perfectly fine then she was crying

 

over that fucking

Mcdonald’s commercial

 

again        because we are safe on a green couch

 

                we discover

 

laughter’s intersection

at terror and comfort

 

laughter’s familiar wrecking ball

swings one way

 

and pummels

your heart’s hollow

business center

 

swings another and dusts

a deep conversation

 

                        first he was laughing

                        then it got scary

 

how safe are we

NOT AT ALL         ha ha ha

 

did you ever look up

the definition for laugher

 

it’s not funny

even for a definition

 

                               clinging to

some punch-nose humor

 

to instinct      a long distance

                     private joke

 

twisted face    laugh

                       like a leaky pipe

 

and to do this with strangers

question mark question mark

                     

                       too intimate one

                       would think wrongly

 

or rightly

     even with a tiny baby

              especially

 

laugh as a contagion

according to Nietzche

 

someone makes a sentence

                      but there’s an inconsistency

we puzzle the sentence we

                      solve the inconsistency

 

itwasnotdangerousitwasnotdangerous

                     we laugh with relief

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Laughing Club

 

Did our real laughs text

with some lame excuse?

 

Are they stuck

in traffic or another meeting?

 

Have they been deforested?

Do they need parenthetical citations?

 

Forget that! Our real laughs

must show up in person

 

with  masks off.

How we crave hearing

 

the hello in them, and

the goodbye.

 

 

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