#18 Circus Acts

I never liked the lions or the trainer cracking his whip Maybe it was because they were too scary I think it’s because I sensed the violence. I never liked the elephants riding the ladies around in their¬†feathers Maybe it was because they were too…

Hour Seven

There’s an elephant in the room It stands on my lips Wraps its thick gray trunk Around my throat Constricting breath Restricting honesty Prodding me to go on With charades and games What this circus needs Is a ringmaster without a whip One with purring…