Paradise regained
By Itane Vero
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Because she has just one life to forget.
That's why she went to the circus. She
begs the director: can you teach me to?
To walk on a wire? To dance on a string?
While the crocodiles are waiting for me
below? While the clowns ignites a fire?
The owner of the circus is looking at the
desperate woman. Eyes like lavender in
the evening sun. Hands like the leaves of
a red oak. But the shape of her body? It's
like a pear, rejected. An apple, too plump.
The woman looks at the bald director,
quizzically. He nods. 'It's okay.' She smiles,
cheers loud and jumps up. The ground
vibrates. The director thinks of his father.
How at the end of his life, he use to buy a
bottle of vinegar. Almost every day.
Why bottles of vinegar, he still wonders.
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