Clown
is not even in your repertoire
of pantomime roles. A goof,
a sprite, a mischief-minx,
a trickstress who only ever treats,
perhaps even a scrappy and indomitable
unbeatable superspy masquerading as
comedy-relief sidekick/love interest
for the purpose of the mission and with
an eye towards retirement, but no clown. A fool,
perhaps, as I am a fool
- for we both know what
has been going down, and
have gone on anyway.
Oh, we go on. But not
in greasepaint, fright wigs
doing huge, soft-shoe routines
to a comical song
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