the laugh

bellowing through the chambers
was the echo of your laugh,
which had me entranced
and addicted;
turns out, there is no cure.

it haunts me
it soothes me
it’s a paradox
that can never be answered.

as the wind caresses the leafs,
your laugh flutters my heart
generating palpitations,
and so a leave of absence
from life is the only option.

as a coconut dangles from
the palm tree, so close
to ripeness;
my heart flaps around
the chest, overripe,
worn, and descends to its

your laugh would kill a clown.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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