Monday, April 7, 2008


I am the woman inside
that bulletproof glass box
past the merry go round
behind the concession stand
in the prison striped tent
next to the two headed man
who will sell your fortune
for 5 dollars
and a fat tip.
Ticket holders only.

Stop that smile before it touches your eyes
keep your hands pressed tightly
at your sides.
Look but don’t touch.
Look but don’t touch.

Take a moment
to remember how to breathe
and then teach me
the right way
to choke down this atmosphere.

This air
is thick with detachment.

One deep breath
is enough to keep us


for eternity.

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