the clown sitting across from me
is giving me a dressing
down about my wardrobe

he tells me that i look grimy
that i dress like a homeless person

but they aren’t his words
he’s quick to note

another clown higher up on the food chain
told him to talk to me about the way i look

the clown across from me is just the messenger

this isn’t the first time
that i’ve been told something like this

i’ve sat across from countless clowns
and other small men
cramped in their dull florescent offices
scolded for my dress and work ethic

John Grochalski

John's poetry and prose have appeared in several online and print publications including: Red Fez, Rusty Truck and Outsider Writers Collective, among others. His book of poems, The Noose Doesn't Get Any Looser After You Punch Out, is out via Six Gallery Press. His second book Glass City is out on Low Ghost Press.

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