Humor

Humor arrives with little hooks
fishing lines tightening
As they yank 
on the corners of your lips
even when the mouth
forms an unamused stripe
two sad worms
slipping
towards your chin
humor arrives with a strong wind
bunching the skin under your eyes
(in the bags of course)
causing your eyes to 
wrap lids over your pupils
a gust that coaxes 
tears from smiling eyes
rolling down your face
to settle in newly made
dimples
With hooks 
and lines
and winds
Humor lifts us up

 

AvaClaire

VT

19 years old

More by AvaClaire

  • Poetry dump

    Every time I jump the world spins once

    And I land in the same spot

    My dog looks like a gremlin when he’s sleeping

    It’s midnight and I wonder if my salt lamp is really salt

    Ick yep it is
  • Chat GPT Poem

    This poem is not Chat GPT
    I promise to convince you that
    and I will attempt to convey
    the human
    sitting and picking the words
    from cobweb corners where
    computers can't find them.
    there is a beating heart here

  • why playlists are tsunamis

    five songs
    last me a month
    a single playlist
    i listen to 
    over and over and over 
    chewing it like a piece of gum
    until it has gone 
    dull and flavorless
    and I spit it out
    but
    when i rediscover