Clown


I walk to work in 20 degrees
And I’ve begged
Feet that have tried,
Now left crying

I call out code blue
Saw a little magenta
And pierced this sleep
Laughing

I shook my own image
I curled my hair
I painted the clown
Now shaking

Now climbing

God bless the
Doubters who
Have left me

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