Regular Poem: Funny Together

13 Apr

“You two are so
funny together,”
she says.
I throw a laugh
over my shoulder
at the comment
and part ways.

We’re not
that funny together.
Maybe we are.
We have a certain
bashful smile
we use on each other
and a way of
talking around
what we’re
talking about–
a certain
easy uneasiness–
we trade gossip
in a non-gossipy way.
We talk, but
we communicate more through
body language,
like we’ve always done.

She’s a boss
but she’s not my boss–
she’s the girl who trained me,
and we’re not that funny together.
But you ought to see us
restrain somebody.

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