Thursday, 4 April 2013

at the circus

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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