A Poem: It’s Funny

It’s funny, but funny like the way that your face looked when he told you that you were loved and you didn’t know.

funny like when you fell drunkenly out of the tree that you promised you could climb but couldn’t descend.

funny like when you got up on that rotted out roof and your leg went all the way through, skin scraping off against the rough shingles,
and you bleeding but peeling off your clothes in the moonlight all the same.

funny like when you went to kiss him and the blood rushed up the cheeks and out the nose and came to rest smeared on your face and his.

funny like how you both chose to ignore it and continue on.

oh, what a mess it made.

funny like go ahead and try to laugh.

funny like no one’s smiling, but they want to.

funny like your college education—sophisticated funny—self-righteous funny—owe a lot of money so get your laughs in now funny.

like ha-ha funny but without the noise, chuckles passed slyly from one desk to another on a scrap piece of paper.

serious, sober funny, like satire but not as sharp.

funny.