Ha!
Then my laughter wouldn’t ring out – it would unfold.
Like a warm wave creeping onto your skin suddenly.
Like an unexpected childhood memory you don’t remember –
But it remembers you.
You would feel it beneath your collarbones –
A ticklish pulse from within,
As if someone had run a feather along your heart.
But with kindness. Not to startle you – but so that you would finally breathe.
Laughter like the falling of a petal onto your wrist –
Not funny, but somehow laughable.
And warm. And a little strange – as if the world had just winked.
It would touch your shoulder blades from within,
As if someone had just wanted to hug you, but changed their mind –
And left behind a tremor slowly dissolving in your spine.
And if you are attentive enough, you will notice:
This laughter doesn’t want to disappear at all.
It remains – like an echo in the bones,
Like an answer that doesn’t need to be spoken.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ha!Then my laughter wouldn’t ring out – it would unfold.Like a warm wave creeping onto your skin suddenly.Like an unexpected childhood memory you don’t remember –But it remembers you. You would feel it beneath your collarbones –A ticklish pulse from within,As if someone had run a feather along your heart.But with kindness. Not to startle […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[114,120],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4601","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-body","tag-memory"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n