the clown and the poet

what happens when I exit the stage?

As I reflect on my upcoming publication of my new (and likely last for a long long while) poetry book “wonderache” I can’t help but notice a shift taking place inside of me. 

I feel a pull toward something quieter and it scares the holy hell out of me. 

The following is a poem I wrote to try and sort it all out: 

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