likes his jokes.
blonde jokes, especially.
he laughs
before he gets to the punch line,
then coughs and has
to get up
for kleenex and cough
drops
and a bottle of water.
then he tells me
the punch line five
minutes later.
to which i laugh, maybe a
little harder
than i should.
then he starts with one more,
one more he says.
why don't baptists make
love while
standing up,
why, i ask him,
because they don't want
people to think
they're dancing.
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