[written 7/10/16]

there’s something about laughter
that brings the enemy down

I picture laughter
sounding like
nails on a chalkboard
to the enemy

when we got to Texas
depression was heavy
lingering above us
dripping in our minds

one by one
we were silent
consumed with the sound
of the drip

one by one
we pulled out of it
and turned off
the spout

except Nathan

he’s been so sad
through it all

until last night

waiting at Denny’s for food
but being fed by Heaven
all it took
was one incident

and we were rolling!
F
O
R
E
V
E
R

abs sore
tears falling
laughter rising

Nathan came home
a different person
and Snapchat viewers
got a few laughs

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