yeah so I wrote another fucking poem

Gliding high above the sweaty crowd

The stink of popcorn and children’s breath

Cloying grip of sugar candy palms

You dance with gravity

You’re a glittering shard of fantasy

But when you return to your own world

You’re only either dead or alive

I feel like you, I really do

I feel like a virtuoso of vertigo

Graceful, godlike when I defy gravity

To make them squeal and clap

But less than human

When I come down from this spotlit

Pivot of air and momentum

They'll pick up their lives outside the bigtop

And we’ll shed ours backstage

With our makeup and our tights

We'll lie twitching on boards,
Pinned in place
Until we laugh and play with death again

Just to be seen