Your Grandma’s Love Poems — 2

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

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