What was it?
some mistake, a silly word
some context out of joint
—wild animal in my shorts—
it starts the laugh
the tumbling down
the slippery slope
into the gasp for breath
a pause, respite
tears down the cheeks
slumping backward
against the corner of the doorway
giggling like an antidote to tears
both of us typecast
idiots out of control
and this is where
familiarity
slides us into
a comfortable ease
we smile and relax
and try to remember
but not too hard
leaning on each other
what started this
o yes—
