MY FUNNIEST TWEET

several limes

I stand in front of a crowd, lifeless, joyful, experienced, hopeful. e crowd sits beneath me, jealous, analyzing, contingent, patronizing.

Each person holds a stone. Each mouth full of air. Every movement a tactful one. Every eye a watchful one.

I take my soiled notebook of jokes. “Beans,” I say into the mic.

One person stands up. He chucks the rock, hitting me in my spleen. e rest follow, and I am devoted by stone.