June 5 2011

ah ha ha ha ha. consistency. a joke.

to be honest i had a somewhat terrible three months.

excuses aside! I will try and be more consistent over the summer!

Anyway, here is the prompt:

You've walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.

From the poem Antilamentation by Dorianne Laux

So I am replying to my own prompt. Lame, I know.

The ferris wheel is stopped, and she is at the top. They must be letting off passengers at the bottom, but she doesn't care. The sound of the fair is dulled, being up so high at night. She stubbornly refuses to look up at the sky; instead she looks down, her eyes unfocused so that the whirling lights are fuzzy and blurry. It is the only way she can take the world today, out of focus.