Lonely trapeze artist

Mother father mend me

make me happy and

whole like the first time

 

Or if you can’t because

I am out

of your tender grasp,

 

Believe in me

and let me stumble

forward

 

Look! I am

doing it all alone

with scabbed lips

 

And broken feet

a body torn between

two countries and

 

A twanging thread

of hope on

which I balance

 

I,

the lonely

trapeze artist.

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