circus freak

you paint me not
as a muse, nor sleeping maiden
but a bearded lady in a hoodie,
dolphin smile, with stubble
The imagery suits
-circus freak me; grotesque carnival of
such strong emotions I feel for you
(they always come out
the wrong way and you
cannot match them)

On the street I hear a girl; crying
or laughing? I cannot tell, such a fine line.

At least, you painted the
sadness in my irises
just right.