you are an oak tree one hundred years old
and I am the circus five hundred years old
but all my acts are untied shoes
I fall all over you trying to pull the right words
from my mouth like silk scarves
look here you can feel my heartbeat through all my fingertips
what a cool trick
please
keep watching
what’s next
but your eyes are on her
I am all bearded ladies and trampolines
and she must be cool as water
calm as glass
I come into town with big tents and loud music
and
she lies down in your lap
About the Creator
Katarina Tyler
Tre Fou
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