Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings

Stand Up (and Make Yourself Small)

I grew up learning to speak about my trauma like a joke,

The ricocheting laughter reminded me that I am the punchline.

I don't know if this is why I've always loved stand up comedy,

Or why laughter has become a mechanism to handle the sad things.

If it's not funny,

If I can't find a way to spin it as a bit I could share

With a small but boisterous audience at a local bar,

Am I just depressing?