i make it into footnotes. for recognising a clown. this is the good thing about it--it is like a secret but not-so-secret society--you only need a glimpse and you know each other.
excuse me, would you like some eternal bliss? here, please have some.
(kick on the ass?)
she drops and rises, darkens and lights up in split seconds. and then there is stillness and transparency but then again movement and shadows. hmm. am i deep or what?
(another kick? double the force.)
now i need to come to terms with the female. can i remain the clown to which i am reduced (or augmented which is a sad possibility) and be the woman that i guess i am?
