Cartoonish abstractions, they lashed out
about nothing, whacking this person or that.
Suffocation by cotton candy, red and blue,
and the Ferris wheel kept going, the lights,
blurred, bouncing, two got off, two got on.
Such things were habit to the carnies,
but to the folk were almost magical.
Christopher Cadra is a writer and poet. He’s been published in the Cimarron Review, Danse Macabre, Dope Fiend Daily, Elephant, Rye Whiskey Review, Verse-Virtual, and elsewhere. His poems have been translated into Spanish and published in the Spanish journals Altazor (Chile) and Cardenal (Mexico). He’s published criticism in Basalt and a journal he edited, The Literati Quarterly. He’s currently a senior editor at Gleam, which focuses on a new form of poetry he helped create with collaborators.