Let it never be said that my imagination was a dull one. This is what happens when you are working the reception desk on the Friday before a holiday weekend, with too much time on your hands and a blog to fill. Speaking of which, make sure to refresh the page, as I have made some changes to the layout of poethelena recently.

The Phone Conversation(s)
BabyMamaDrama: Hi there! My name is Marcy, and I hope you can help me. I’m trying to find someone.
Helena: Who are you trying to find?
BMD: Well, let me explain. It’s someone I think is doing business with you. His name is Jimmy the Clown, and I have a lawsuit against him. Let me tell you, I am six months pregnant, and the court has ordered that he pay child support. All I need to do now is find him, and his employer, and garnish his wages!
H: And you believe Jimmy is employed here?
BMD: Well, I know he’s doing business with you. I heard he was in Europe for a week with you, so that’s why I’m calling. His name is Jimmy the Clown, he’s an entertainer, he travels and does shows all over.
H: I can transfer you to our payroll department, and they can do a verification of employment.
BMD: Oh, thanks so much! And what is your name?
H: Helena
BMD: Ok, thank you. And you have a blessed day.
[Five Minutes Later]
BMD: Is this Helena? It’s Marcy again. Payroll said they couldn’t help me.
H: In that case, I think Human Resources is the—
BMD: Helena, I know you don’t know me personally, but I really want to get as few people involved as possible. I mean, if I have to, I will send the court order to you so you understand that this is all serious, it’s for real.
H: I don’t doubt that, I’m just trying to find the right person to talk to in order to confirm his employment and help you garnish his check.
BMD: Alright, then.

The Fantasy
Where do I begin? Let me set the scene. From across a crowded room, Jimmy catches Marcy’s eye. Is it his noble profile that captivates her? Or the brightly colored scarves that flow, seemingly infinitely, from his hobo-coat pocket? Everything else goes dark and loses all meaning as the two gaze longingly at one another. She makes her way through the revelers to try to get a closer look, to verify that truly, this is the man she has been waiting for. Once the festivities have ceased, they retire to a secluded spot in the garden. Jimmy seduces his lady with a squirting flower, a cream pie, and a seltzer bottle. Marcy swoons. She is pliable and powerless in Jimmy’s hands; a balloon he intends to sculpt into a poodle. This moment of passion, this night of sheer ecstasy, feels so right…it never crosses her mind that there is more to Jimmy than the laughs. But he has a hunger, an insatiable appetite for adventure, for travel, to be a Clown of the World. He can’t be bound to this same place, to this same woman, to this same pair of big red shoes forever. He’s free. Free as a bird. And not a bird in a secret compartment, but a really free bird. Jimmy had a bigger party to play. But Marcy wasn’t about to let him go without a fight. And so, carrying the love child conceived in a hasty carnal zeal, she scours the earth in search of what is rightfully hers; because she knows, behind every great clown there is a great woman. And sometimes, an illegitimate child.