Trapped in a mechanical popcorn wind
The ride erupted, tossing us with calculated detonations
And within the rust-iron cage
We imagined the streaking neon flashes
Into falling sparks
Screams above and beside
Within us
Holding your balance with one hand
You clutched your breast pocket with the other
But couldn’t keep the hotdog in
You were always smiles and hilarity
A warm red caramel fix
Of candy apples
In a dark carnival
Your disarming masquerade
Driving me home on vapid country highway
The car veered unnoticed
Because you were a joker cackling
The punch line eluding me
When it’s not expected
A wheel turning gravel feels like dentist drills
Abrasive friction, stomach dissolving into itself
Like the screams within us
You were telling me you stopped drinking
As the ditch slammed into your door
My face into the glove compartment
The rust-irony unfolding in the random blasts
Rolling in that silent chaos of head trauma
I could only think
Fuck you, fuck you
While imagining the falling sparks
Into streaking neon flashes
For Q and her
10 years ago
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