Laughter

I'm laughing hysterically at myself and the things I can't change or control
things i thought I could
why shouldn't I laugh at myself when words can be too tart or too thick to swallow?
What else could there be for me,
-but laughter
or air

I need air
Life knocks at my front door for reality checks daily
and there's little room for me now
so let me breathe here
as bubbly and chipper and round full music
blasting to my favorite song

I lost the heir in my imagination
and i can't breathe or laugh
-and why shouldn't I laugh at myself when words can be so soft and supple?
like marshmellows
so let me laugh then
at my own joke even
and no one gets it but me

I need laughter