a travel from town to town
though setting settles for the background
as the only scenic element here is you
to me, you are a circus– a man on stilts
and i am your acrobat, permanently.
this journey is a whistlestop, eternally
but i know you’ll pitch up tent wherever i may be
i mime you and you mime me
learning
learning
learning
i’m sorry
learning
—a journey in how to run a circus