Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Arlene Corwin writes

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,
Deferred, deterred,
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.

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