the contortionist

paul revie paulofnavarone

at eleven i stole flowers from the local park and gave them to a married contortionist from the travelling circus who i had fallen in love with while watching her seal herself in a small bright yellow suitcase with lime green lining. she rejected me and laughed at me with her strongman husband. that night i burned the big top determined that i would only love incontortionates from here on in.

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