You won’t like why I’m telling
you this story about when the carnival
came to town. Set up in the mall
parking lot next to the dying Sears,
the late summer heat glints off the steel,
and from the top of the Ferris wheel, I
can see the highway rising like an ordinary
hallucination in the dog days of summer.
It leaves within days as if it was never
there, and yet I am still suspended
on the top of this world I’ve known
forever, understanding this limbo exists
within my blood, knowing when the carnival
comes to town, I know it never really left.