#122 Memory (2)

She
        stepped
                      down 
from her 
             pedestal 
& ran off 
to join 
a circus. Not
what she
remembered
    from her youth. 
    Centuries
of standing
    still
meant
she was perfect
as the
          knife-
thrower's
assistant. Never
scratched.
But outside
the show her
    refleshed
perfection
             made her
target for
the freaks 
    who filled 
out side-
show alley & 
they drew 
    blood.

#121 The Art of Conversation II

 

Of late
my dreams
have been so
heavy
          I
find them
hard
to talk
about.