Fastening the slightly misaligned buttons of my blouse,
I ponder the veer that brought me here.
I slide into my trousers, their wide legs hiding my wasting frame.
I cinch them with a bright belt.
The neon orange jacket's glare keeps the tourists' gaze short,
their bodies at a distance.
But, to be safe, I paint a smile over my lips
and cover my eyes with bright paint.
In giant sized shoes my clumsiness appears intentional.
I prefer laughter to pity.
Laughter blankets my pain. Bringing others even momentary happiness gives me hope.
One day, I know, I too, may own joy.
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