Your Grandma’s Love Poems — 2
Feb 2, 2024
Poem: Your Quiet Laugh (for Richard Pryor)
u make us laff
to death
a drop of the chin
a rise of the brow
an innocuous phrase
wow
we r hooked on pryority humor
weak
howlin like coyotes
serious laffta
relating in our most secret places
to what u do
in front of us
we love it
we love u
u know us o so-o-o-o well
we don’t know u yet
yr best laff
is not yr last
the one u laff without us
that private laff
u feel good about
funny or no
it is all urs
yr quiet laff
all alone.
Alberta Wilson
1983
