We happened. Like a f.ucking circus blowing through town, we
Like a f.ucking circus blowing through
town, we happened,
left wrappers and pinwheels littering the ground like dead
Like the end of a war.
You moved around the house so gracefully, never touching
and I laughed because I thought
it was your best act,
waited hours for your hands because I didn’t
want to miss the rest of the show.
We walked past each other
like a trapeze act, like acrobats
on a tightrope, arms spread
on either side like it would save them from falling,
and we were the best act around.
The tent opened, and we were beautiful, effortless, jumping
rings of fire, catching each other in mid-air, wearing our best
You loved me so well with the doors open.
You loved me so well with an audience,
but I don’t want the circus anymore.
I don’t want it.
I want to bury it six feet under,
mourn it like a casualty and then move on.
Chalk it up to something that sounds
less like an empty fairground where
we fired our first shots, where we
first started to fracture like a bone.
We may not have worked, but,
were we good at pretending.
were we something to look at.