They call her Lobster Girl and it breaks my heart a little, because when she is walking around a party she wears her jacket over her shoulder to cover that hand. I never even noticed for the first couple of weeks, until she made a strange motion to grab a paper plate. But every time the band goes on stage they like to bring her up front and display how she can play a washboard with it.

I want to ask her what it is like to be in the circus.

Anyway I am attracted to her with or without a fucked-up hand, and one night I was daring enough to leave E's side, saying "bye I am putting Disaster to sleep" and I tucked her in on a hammock and left her to sleep it off.

Innocent little girl in a striped shirt and bad haircut and leather jacket, touring the country with a jug band, sometimes you need someone to tuck you in.

She found me again, that was the wonderful part, and she had that jacket over her arm and was drinking wine from the bottle, and had discovered my real name. We made a date for "sometime in a couple of months" and did not exchange numbers because neither of us know where we'll be in a couple of months.

But I think we should be friends, and make circus dolls together and write our names on things, and never sleep together no matter how much we want to. But maybe I will kiss her.

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