i ask
Alice,
when you rode
the enormous grey
elephant
into the big
top
at the circus.
tiny as you are,
lacquered in sequins,
were
you scared,
frightened that
the great beast would throw
you
and stomp you into
the saw dust
covered ground.
no, she said, i loved it.
it was
the bearded woman
who was in love with me,
that i was scared of.
not to mention,
Fred,
the lead clown.
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