Photo credit @J.S.Brand
A New Circus
by T. Delaplain
They say you can’t run away from yourself. Maybe not, but you can leave the circus. I suppose you posted on Facebook, “My love, missing since …” Since you rearranged my face the last time.
There’s no internet, so who gives a shit?
I cook, clean, wait on tables and turn a few tricks when I can see life through the empty bottle.
I was screwed by you, but this is better somehow. The tequila’s cheap and there’s running water some days. Might be a different circus but at least these aren’t my monkeys.
Do you ever wonder about missing persons on Facebook? Does the person want to be found? Who’s looking for them? Is a child missing because the parent wanted to escape the abuse and ran or are they embroiled in a bitter child custody battle? If the police post it, is it ok to share? Who’s right and who’s wrong? I don’t re-post missing persons because I just don’t know. Do you wonder about this or am I just over thinking it?
What are you running from?
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