That Kind of Funny

That Kind of Funny

I’m getting older I
Know what determination means
The human heart, lovers,
Is not an ATM machine
She tells me jokes, and I
Don’t so much laugh as smile inside
I’d like to share – they’re not
That kind of funny, I’m afraid.

Because the lights are on, but we’ve both gone outside
Because the bravest souls still need a place to hide

From stubborn people who
Don’t so much cry as swallow hard
“What are we doing?” she
Offered while shuffling the cards
I watched her deal, and the
Lit major in me rolled its eyes
Hackneyed symbols, but
They’re kind of funny, after all.

Until a case is made where 1 + 1 is 3
Until this shadow ceases slouching after me.

If and only if the umbrella’s big enough
And only if the river runneth in our cup…

I didn’t think so – we
Don’t so much love as need a lot
You’re like a bed, dear, but
I only really need a cot
And if that’s tragic, well,
Then you just sprinkle me with dust
And smile inside, ‘cause I’m
That kind of funny.

(Da da da, etc.)