I laughed too much.
So much.
Maybe it's not enough.
Is it a cackle,
or a giggle?
Why is a cackle evil?
Or crude?
Because it's from a witch,
or spirit?
I would argue,
they should laugh too.
Someone once let me know
all this laughter
was too much.
But to me,
it felt like substance.
Something to fill
the hollow of a lack of execution.
Something to validate
and give my emotions
some meaning.
Tears streaming
laughter spouting
like joy
expressed aloud.
8/17/2015
Riley Welch
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