No Brother,
the older Black man
said
as the ringmaster's smile
melted
from his marquee face.
Why don't you keep it
this time,
keep it and spend it on you.
Think of me
when you do it,
but this one time,
take care of yourself.
His cheek muscles bellowing
SEND IN THE CLOWNS! as
his eyes crumpled
at the sight of me
flailing at
the trapeze
in
ring
three.
drops on my face
desperately try to pile back
into clowncar ducts,
but gravity is against them
I'm sorry, my voice falters,
but he's already selling tickets
to the next show.
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