I know the jig is up
when she hits him in the head
with her notebook and he giggles.
He giggles when he has money
in his hand, but not
like this.
He giggles like a kid with candy,
giggles and blushes so deeply
I think for a moment
his heart might stop,
the way mine always did,
and she smiling at
him
as if they know
something the rest of us don't ,
only I'm the only one who even notices,
the usual spell of the room broken,
his stern posterior evaporating before our eyes,
with a look of a thief who just stole
something sweet only he can taste,
a stumbling, bumbling man lacking
only the clown suit
to make his way in the circus,
and she, the darling
girl
lacking the
skin-tight silver suit and
the white steed she
gets to ride standing up,
no one, not even
those two looking at me
notice how hurt I look
or stunned I feel.
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