The wrong way, time lost,
“you have no direction.”

Muted fluorescent lights
mix with the glow of fireflies

sparkling around screaming
black heads. We silently make

our way toward dirt ground.
We circle yellow boxes

slinking between foil roller
coasters, heavy in the eyes.

Bells surrounding carnival games
flash hot pink tings of alarm

in his eyes. I didn’t ask for it,
walked away with nothing

but chipping faces, we are poor
spokes for holding a Ferris wheel.


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