Watch the Wonder Wheel

My crackers are delicate
and I have no reputation.
The same dance steps haunt
all my grey Saturdays
and I worry I’ll only be remembered
for cheese and moss.

I try to unhunch my shoulders
so as not to be his echo
but walking is difficult
with bosoms like televisions.

Watch the wonder wheel
with its terrible grace.

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