augury doggerel

Wednesday, March 20, 2002


What makes us laugh? One night, a woman who was sitting in this now empty chair next to me and speaking in a second tongue killed a friend and me when she told us how she loved "corn on the knob." We couldn't explain it to justify our tears and red faces and convulsions, and her bewildered face made it worse. I can't explain it now to you or me. You laugh when you're ready or when you aren't. When it's good, you are laughed. It's so like grief that you only know for certain the difference when the thing refuses to give you up and begins to worry you loose from your bones. If our petty gush of flesh is a little death, a good laugh is reason gladly martyred to our beast.


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