she’s a trapeze artist
came to my tent
last night smelled of
cigarettes and tasted
like cold-cream
I can barely walk
since the illness
the stabbing pain
just below my heart
continues she tells
me the fortune teller
foresees a gloriously
bright future as soon
as the longest night
ends which is impossible
to predict then she says
I will heal return
as the human
cannon ball set a
new standard in
arial maneuvers
but she’s biased
at home in the air
flying whirling
trapeze artist living
without the need
of an itinerant
circus safety net
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 12:40 AM UTC
she’s a trapeze artist
came to my tent
last night smelled of
cigarettes and tasted
like cold-cream
I can barely walk
since the illness
the stabbing pain
just below my heart
continues she tells
me the fortune teller
foresees a gloriously
bright future as soon
as the longest night
ends which is impossible
to predict then she says
I will heal return
as the human
cannon ball set a
new standard in
arial maneuvers
but she’s biased
at home in the air
flying whirling
trapeze artist living
without the need
of an itinerant
circus safety net
