coulrophobia

a poem

Ashlan Isadore McHugh

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Photo by Holly Ward on Unsplash
(excerpts borrowed from Hamlet by William Shakespeare) 

"let those that play your clowns
speak no more than is set down for them…"

I am starting to forget you
but what is there to remember?

"taint not thy mind nor let thy soul contrive
against thy mother aught"

I remember how you taught me
to crawl inside your husbands
like a disguise

Wear them like a suit
greasepaint your happiness
toys & batteries…

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