A restrained ahem
echoes into the night
without even the edge of an eyebrow raised

the tentative gesture
fails to interrupt business 
as usual 
no mass exposed
to the fat con and filial misdirection

while on the stage
the hamfisted prestidigitator
sweats so profusely
that the greasepaint nearly shifts

drunkenkind

A magician never

There Is, Absolutely, ******* Nothing 
Out There That I Would Like to Know,	
Because We, Already, Know ******* Nothing.

©2026Ellen Finn