I Laugh

I began with crying, which people felt was dramatic but not really the thing they wanted. Too salty, too Lifetime movie. Barfing didn't do the trick, either. Though it made everyone sick, which was exciting, it didn't rid life of its ennui. That's why I yelled, "I'll laugh." People put me on a pedestal and readied their ears. I did a jig first, to warm up, massaged my jaws, prepared to hear my own giggles. When I did what they wished, everyone clapped without relief. They hands broke and their skin bled. I would've stopped. Even the clowns said, "no mas, no mas," running their unicycles into cars and walls.