In a glass case, on a shelf in a jar, is all that remains
of a woman named
How is it that Tansy
– you might ask-
who once performed as
a Fire Breather, a Sword Swallower and Trapeze Artist for a Traveling Circus ended up in a jar on a shelf in a museum?
– In addition –
you might wonder
how is it that all that is left of Tansy is a head in jar with a single horn sprouting from the side of her head?
And you may question
why is it that Tansy’s eyes are sometimes closed and sometimes opened and sometimes her mouth is twisted in rage and her neat white teeth and her dark red lips are pushed up against the glass and at other times she is facing the wall?
How would someone like me
-you might wonder-
an unremarkable woman, living an unremarkable life in an unremarkable town called Mountlake Terrace ever have known a person like Tansy?
how is it that this unremarkable woman came to know what happened to Tansy
on that night Tansy lost her head?
What a silly question.
You should really be asking why is it that an unremarkable woman living an unremarkable life in an unremarkable town
isn’t the one
whose head is in a jar.