Read my latest story, "The All-Nighter", at 52|250.

A Fair

     cotton candy scent & teenaged stale beer
     lights come on when we used to leave the fair
     but our parents aren't here
                      half of them are dead
                    which isn't the point
     the lights

begin to move
              too fast to see your face
in the shapes of wheels & screams
                                  & swings
that frightened my mother enough to ban me

               only the moon is unchanged
we'll take the sky
ride over the roller coaster & gravitron
let the fireworks begin

                                          to blur
                                          & smoke
                                          & we're
                                          too old
to