a knock at the door.
"who could this be?"
two men deceptively well-dressed.
"we're here to make you laugh
and then forget what was funny."
laugh and forget
no more movement
"we are service workers
today is the day for it"
wondering what the day is
and why it is today
the thought trails
morphs into senile chuckles
forgetting to laugh, then laughing
at forgetfullness
standing at the open door
"well, were your senses not tickled by our antics?
were our services not timely and appreciated?"
. . . .. .
"who are you again?"