Was laugh in bed together.
He'd tell a joke,
And then we'd make up
An even better punch line.
Then, like swallowtail butterflies
In thrombosis- deep migration,
Our chuckles would flutter up
And pop on the chandelier.
The laugh lines moved us to a place
Where the horrors of life couldn't touch us.
Our cheeks might hurt,
But every other pain would always disappear.
-jenn long
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