Friday, May 14, 2010

St. Matthias (patron of alcoholism, carpenters, tailors, smallpox)

I dream about ferris wheels

because I’ll never have wings.

I stare up at that gondola,

a rocking shadow

in the face of the sun

and know what it means

to be replaced.

I yell his name into

the whirring parts,

the lights that come on

at just the right time.

no girl comes

to take my hand,

no operator

to help me get

that much closer

to the sky.

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