Circus Magic

The roadshow music they are blasting made you felt like a clown walking down the street, with balloons and at times, both feet above ground.

While you are listing out what to perform, you are also thinking how circus magic won’t bring her back, how circus magic won’t remove the impact - the impact of his actions.

The noises from trumpets and tin drums are nothing compared to a rustling plastic bag in the middle of the night.

Circus magic won’t absolve his sins. Circus magic won’t bring her back.

He looked again at his only audiences, the children. On the street, how they behaved like the insane. They have shrill sound for laughter, she is pulling up her skirt and he is pulling down his trouser for no reason. They can’t stand still, they need to jump and run, cry and shout, ask questions, suck and lick fingers.
Now he can’t remember how they are related, related to what he wanted to say when he has a nose so huge and red.