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His teeth are sharp and shine like ivory. They fluoresce in the darkness, a mess in the daylight. Crooked and cramped, they bite whatever...

I want to hold your sunscreened hand as you pull me into the pool before we hit your count to three. I want to kiss your cold-water lips...

A comic friend of mine has insinuated that what he does is not necessarily deeply meaningful and joked that unlike at concerts, “You’d never see someone at a comedy show hold up a sign that says, ‘Your jokes saved my life.’”   Well, here I am, holding my sign.     The past few years have been anything but funny for me. Fueled with disease, disappointment, and heartache, I’m not sure what state I’d be in if it weren’t  for comedy.   In past six years, I’ve watched my mom battl