Trapeze

Jesus your life is a disaster. I swear you are always walking a tightrope.

Not a tightrope, I say. A trapeze.

I get it, he says. One crisis to another, flying between them, back and forth. You twist and turn and never get anywhere.

Yeah yeah, I say. You should talk.

And you work without a net. And me, I’m one of those clowns in the ambulance who jumps out with a stretcher and trips over it while the crowd laughs.

You should bring a shovel instead, scrape me off the floor.

Naw. You never fall. That’s the amazing thing.

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5 thoughts on “Trapeze

  1. For just a second there I thought your character was addressing Jesus! Took a moment to get past that 🙂

    I love stories told in conversation only. Excellent writing.

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