Clown to Clown Conversations

she sends me poetry 
via text messages at midnight. 

does she know I love her?

Charlie does the same thing,
and I love him, too.

he knows this much is true. 

we all dance and dawdle
on down to death.

together, alone. 

we are just clowns
having conversations.

covering up our fears.

with words,
we hold on to each other.