Maybe if I hold my laughter,
maybe if I put it in a jar;
I could take it out when i’m unhappy.
People would think i’m crazy.
I could picture it perfectly.
I could see me clothed in my leather jacket.
Floral print leggings hanging under it like a sloth.
Then i see my unhappiness, slowly pouring over my face.
I see my hands reaching inside somewhere-
what is it? Air?
I took a jar out of thin air?
Then I hold it at my waist, looking down at it. Unscrew it.
Then a whole bunch of laughter bouncing out, hitting my forehead,
poking me in the eye.
But laughter soon fades. Happiness goes away.
Flies over to someone else.
So I sit.
And ponder a different idea for keeping happiness
alive.