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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