Acrobat au Cirque du Soleil
Acrobat au Cirque du Soleil I want to be a one-off, my mould cut in two, irreparable.
But I am one of many clones and must dance, pirouette and back-flip onto the pinnacle of a pyramid.
I smile and smile. A star glints on a tooth like an advert for fluoride.
I wave to the crowds below then dive into the air to be caught by a circle of hands.
They do not know I'm made of glass. I'm surprised I do not break. Inside my bell-jar a little girl is trapped.
(Published in 'Glass Works' , Cat's Pyjamas Publications, 2005)
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