He Always Makes Her Laugh
Yes, the humor: it requires talent.
Gift which gets her into stitches, which
Frustration, anger, irritation
Can be pushed away,
Deflected and distracted; like a child’s -
The argument dispersed.
Partly, she admits, she lets it.
On her back, tummy up;
A cat or dog surrendering.
She simply isn’t fast enough
To counter with repliques
With streaks of irony and punch.
So there she’s left,
Laughing at manipulations and diversions;
Loving him in spite…because.