i’m a wild child

yesterday i saw a clown at the metro. we were sitting in the care waiting for my sister to emerge when up pulls sparkles in her bright yellow wig and big red nose. for a while we just stared. how often does a clown ride the metro? and then sprkles handed me a magenta balloon dachshund through the window. after that she was gone. for a few minutes our life had been the setting of an absurdist play.

so here he is, reposing on my dresser