I Spoke With A Man Poem by Camilla Keenan Koch

I spoke about laughter with a man I loved
(in the modern way)
He texted me to say
laughter is violent
that laughter is the first police

And I finally understood
that Lion King and Mean Girls are the same movie
He sees men like dogs barking
I see hyenas waiting for me in the tall grass
So I keep my lawn trim

It's not so much the matter of
aim-breathe-shoot
I just don't know how to make gunpowder
I still haven't assembled the gun