facing the beast
I don’t laugh very often.
As a matter of fact, it’s pretty rare.
So when it does pop up uninvited,
I lose control—
all the screws shake loose,
and I laugh and I laugh,
until my belly aches,
and my eyes water,
and my breathing cuts short,
and my eyelids close...
savoring that special moment,
because I know I won’t laugh again
until the next blue moon.
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