By Lisa Barton, FAF Contributor


I’m riding the bronco on a most
runaway out-of-control carousel
playing calliope music slightly off
key pulsing nightclub dancer disco
bass thumps into my most exposed mind
I tilt-sway-snap the jerks
shake me out of brief soft focus
reveries of warm arms pulling
my shaky frame into slow motion
bliss I want to be worthy of
and call my own so I’ll seize the reins
of my hulking steed and break
out of this go-round sunset bound