words huddle in the margins
of pages of snow
every year since I’ve auditioned
for the circus & given a false address
I’ve packed you in a suitcase
we can go anywhere you want
birds peck words
on snowy ground (no worms to be found)
when I was a circus artist
I wanted to take a lie detector test
then everything came true
don’t worry the creases will fall out
this is such a beautiful place
thank you for bringing me here
a solitary page of snow folds
over. birds go to roost. someone’s hammering at the door
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