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One up in the Air

this loving you—

both the high wire act

and the net

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Loneliness is still time spent with the world.

—Ocean Vuong

 

 

It would be easier if loneliness would come to me

like the angel that wrestled with Jacob,

 

if it would slip by night into my tent

and rip me out of slumber,

 

force me to be awake and alone, but

there is no room in my tent.

 

I have already invited the circus.

We stay up all night and dance,

 

me and the tigers and fire breathers.

We practice swallowing swords

 

and how to best stitch

new feather headdresses

 

and red-sequined capes. All night

the ringmaster announces

 

the next act and the next, and

though my eyes would droop

 

and my body would sleep

and my heart would have time

 

for mourning, I force my dimming self

to clap as the clowns yet again

 

climb out of their tiny car

with their garish grins—

 

how could there be so many of them?

with their horns and their tricks

 

and umbrellas and balls—

so many clowns that loneliness

 

has no chance to slip into this place

where I entertain endless acts that prevent

 

me from wrestling, from asking,

please, to be blessed.

 

 

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Too Late

but it usually works
says the man with the saw
to the woman cut in half

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