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Nothing like a carnival, let’s get hand stamps, screw paying per ride—
fiercely fickle flat fee feels
like a bargain.
Let’s get dizzy on the Himalaya,
remove the ground beneath my feet
on the gravitron,
then strap me to the wheel
where Ferris becomes feral:
fear of falling
It looks fair from the ground
until Catherine’s wheel crashes down.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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