A quick twist will send in my song,
Send in the clowns,
And I can spin around and round,
Spinning the tale of love
That didn’t work out quite right,
Your mother’s favorite tune.
Isn’t it rich? Are we a pair?
I thought that you’d want what I want, sorry, my dear.
I carry three balloons for the clowns who remain—
You, your father, your brother—
The fools who tear around in circles,
And me slowing down note by note,
Tricking you into thinking each tinny pluck
Will be my last,
Waiting by my bedside for the last breath,
But don’t be sad because
The Anatomy of Sass 
1. Great, haunting poem, and do I catch an implied allusion to Fault in Our Stars at the end there?
2. Thank you for never scaring me with the gasoline nightmare clown.
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YOU TOTALLY CAUGHT IT! I’m so glad we read the same books and watch the same shows and listen to the same songs and are enthralled by the same kids’ movies so that we can always catch each other’s references! 🙂 Eee! 🙂
p.s. I haven’t gotten rid of the clown yet….
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