Clown
My stupid red nose:
That bright cherry red foam
atop the exploding strawberry that breathes beneath
porous and spongy
and hidden
above my permanent frown.
And I did not choose to be the sad one
-- they needed me to be sad:
‘Cheerless Charlie lost his fingers,’ they said
‘Juggling fire
and so he drowned in the dunk tank.’
And so my friends are seals and zebras
And whips and little people
who dream of being shorter.
And I dream of hair
in the middle of my scalp
not so red.
I dream of feet that walk in straight lines
and make no sounds
to the applause of my defeat
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