It’s
a mime day for me,
sitting
on a chair which
is
not there, standing up
and
abruptly waving my
arms
about frantically,
placing
hand over hand
against
an invisible wall of
glass,
pulling an invisible
rope
with a straining weight
on
the other end as I laugh
and
cry without a chuckle
or
a sob to be heard. My
life
today constitues a run
in
place, without getting
anywhere,
speechless, as
my
actions are decidedly
louder
than my words. Oh,
and
my face paint, flowered
derby,
my black and white
striped
shirt are a silent but
dead
giveaway of the wacky
mimic
I portray. That’s just
who
I happen to be today…
Tell
me, what in hell are you
dressed up to be?
Chris
Hanch 1-3-18
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