There is an art to a good joke,
The art of delivery.
For all her sobriety, cynicism, and deep desire to be left alone
all the time
I know the best joker.
She can make me lose my balance,
pee, or lose my bowels.
And make me double take,
“Wait, are you teasing me?”
All through her delivery.
Twelve hours after her last good joke,
and my abs still hurt in the morning light.