Drop The Anxious Top Hat A Wee Bit

rolling me eyes 

back at unblinking computer,

I hear black-and-white

come roaring to life

through an Irish accent

echoing in my mind.

I cover my mouth

neon green colored sweatshirt,

acting coy, as if I can hide laugh

from omnipotence. I try making

this last—I don’t want bidding

sadness. Smirking, I imagine

Him whispering: my, my, darling,

I can afford you a laugh, expensing

my heart.

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