the elephant at the circus.
she was a small
girl.
a waif of sorts
in a sequined top
and shorts.
she had big hair
and smoked
cigarettes like they were
going out of style.
she told me her story
over drinks one
night in a dark bar
along the edge of town.
she started to cry
when she talked about
her favorite elephant
Dumbo, how when
the circus closed,
they had to put her down,
she then wiped
her eyes lit another cigarette
and said.
that's my story, what's
yours?
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