The Bearded Lady

​A consolation prize
When he did not win
What he truly wanted

Gone unnoticed
For lack of drama
Whole without rescuing

Garnering no attention
Trapeze girls intercede
With their skillful glances

Her quietness overlooked
Like washed out photos
On egg-shell painted walls

One tacky petal
Slowly disappearing 
On a grandmother couch

Disregarding her worth
A carnival token
Never his first choice