at a joke,
at gentle sarcasm, or any form
of sardonic humor.
it didn't register.
she just didn't get it, but
because everyone
else in the room
would be laughing,
she'd say, oh, that was funny
and clap her hands together.
i wasted years of my best
material on her. no giggle,
not a smile, no belly laugh.
nothing, but a grim look
of puzzlement on her
long dark face. then anger,
asking me later, why would
i say something like that.
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