maybe we have to hear it
from another person's lips
a licorice linguistic slip
the silent synergistic quips
the quarks, and glints of irises
in stitches when comedic timing hits
this vibrancy emits this violent giggle
i admit
We burble and bubble
Through ashes and rubble
A mirthful mercy past the bruises
Past the melancholy ruses
Anyone can make you cry
Instead we giggle, you and I











