There are Times
There are times when my side aches
as my ribs go in and out in reaction
to what someone has said. My smile bursts
with concavity and I show plenty of teeth.
Other times I react to what someone says that
is so outlandish that my face looks the same
but with a touch of irony in my eyes and only
the normal in and out of breathes to mark my sides.
In both cases my eyes may fill with tears.
I feel good in the first case and pain in the other.
How can such opposites have such similar reactions?
Maybe there are just so many reactions and we have to dole them out.
When we’re out of anything new, recycle the old.
How I feel depends if I’m happy or sad, elated or mad.
So maybe we should stop this nonsense and just be stoic.