Bright purple lights at two oh one pee em.
They are invading the little den
Expensive and pungent; this is no miracle
It is the fabulous show, it is the circus
She had dressed already, before she went to bed
Organza skirt and heels of burnt red
Slept well, teeth scrubbed raw
All for this one moment.
She jumped out of bed, but was alarmed
To see her body without arm
It lay pathetic and stiff, unmoving and sweet
On the mattress.
She picked it up and set off, it was now 2.05.
The tent swallowed.
She was enchanted at once- the glitter, the glamour
What a thrill, what a thrill
She lay down, next to a cage of lygers
And continued her dream, of life:
Of dirty dishes
Of eight hour days
Of instant coffee
And wished she was someone, anyone,
Else.