We don’t laugh.

We can’t joke about
the terrible
about the taboo
which means
when a head rolls
I must tear up
as I clean it up
I must feel it
always at every moment
when their feet
stink up
beneath the floorboards
I have to take out the nails
and dispose of the smell
and when the air
has a sense of rot
I have to clean the ducts
and dispose
of my last encounter
because comedy is dead
and I have to take it seriously
it’s time to gather the pieces
putting it back together
I’m sorry comedian
I must say
if only you knew
comedy was dead
you might not have slipped
upon my knife
if only you knew
we don’t laugh
unless it’s a cat
jumping in fear
of a cucumber
that shits funny
or a dog licking a babies face
yea real funny
that parent knows
germs don’t exist
I should be more like that
I’ll stand here
and I’ll only laugh
when I’m given the ok
by everybody…
everywhere
because that is correctness.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina