Comedy

A rubber rubber band
stretched, strained around my fingers
duck sounds, one-hand claps
I amuse myself, your laugher
means much or very little
depending on the day, the joke
I wish you understood
I wish you respected the process
I make the jokes
as they come to me
as I see them in my head
as I speak them into the world
they trip, they fall, they fly or soar
all on their own
I don’t need an audience
observation, consternation
I bend, but won’t brake
that’s how the game gets played
I pause for laughter
but stand for the silence too