My Cardboard Balcony

Formula by Belinda Roddie a cabaret singer exposed her kneecaps to an older man who had killed a gypsy when he was younger the military clown and the scholarly fool with a broken noose around his wrist.

You made an inedible soup that looked pretty on papery canvasses. You stroked it with hairy fingers and bristles just like your mustache. A mix of color to splash on my face and hands. You liked to make my skin blue around my hazel eyes. I looked like an elven creature from. You found it very beautiful.