the trapeze girl, wonders what I think about all dayóif I
I gaze above their heads, imagine her in the big tent
a rush of heat as the crowd sucks in its breath.
She strokes my
twirls the dark strands íround her fingers and pulls my face
traveling, she says, staring at me with those airy green
traffic lulls, I tell the Siamese twins bits of opera story.
loves tender romance.
Simone prefers tragedy.
never be happy.
Nina wants a man who could catch her
from a double twist and look fine in sequined tights,
we have found no one.
Last week the lion tamer took her
a matinee, but his limbs were heavy, and the theater ceiling
I donít go into townsónothing there I need.
me in silk and lace, with sheer stockings.
Iíve been told
behind I look quite pleasing.
I prefer strangers
my face first.
They file past mesmerized.
unimaginableówomen who shrink behind the men,
who linger outside the tent at closing.
Each month I send my mother
She sends back razors, canít know what itís like
our trailer after dark, with Nina lightly swaying in the
This traveling, I think, and wonder what sheís
if Carlotta falls asleep first, Iíll tell Simone of Gilda
herself for the Duke of Mantua, who has seduced
abandoned her. But if Simone falls asleep first, Gilda
run from the door of the dark in through fierce
and be reunited with her father before morning.