when people don’t get your joke

unable to find the folds of your smile,
the punchline slowly backed
away from the thin straight line
of your neutral lips-disheartened,
it sullenly retreated, shivering from
its failure of becoming born
retreating into a shell of awkward silence
sucking its thumb as it sulked


not a morning person

I tried to wake up at 7;
after 3.5 hours of grueling
and arduous labor
I succeeded