Nobody batted an eye when he tried on the elephant head.
After all, it was a thing to do.
The smell of rotting flesh was constant and therefore
Some pulled it off better than others,
So we were all curious if he’d be the one to do it best.
He was not,
So we moved on to other attractions,
Rendering his bloody face unremarkable,
Familiar, and therefore
We began recounting the story of a lady
whose spine was shaped like a bonsai.
Jenya Doudareva likes precision, which is why she is both a poet and an engineer. Her poems have appeared in Vending Machine Press. Additionally, she has published a paper on algorithms for safe irradiation of brain tumours. Jenya works in healthcare and is an editor for Weird Canada, a blog that celebrates DIY and grassroots Canadian art.