The moment I wake up before I put on my make up, I think
about Irina, the beautiful blonde who performs on the Russian bar. She is married to one of her porters, but I
think that he is cheating on her with one of the trapeze sluts. She is so lovely and delicate – like a tiny
bird in the air. I cannot understand who
could look away from such a mesmerizing creature…cannot understand why she
stays. Maybe she thinks that if she
confronted him, that he wouldn’t catch her – that her tiny feet couldn’t find
the pole when she alights from her flight. Maybe she thinks that her brother,
Ivan, wouldn’t forgive her for divorcing him. I would never leave you, Irina.
I would never make a fool of you. Though
I am only a clown, I am more of a man than he will ever be.
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