Lori Lubeski


since I am largely
gray skies formica floors
come shining
she insists upon rowing
upon glowering
upon groveling
around the pond
precisely the word for
'breath' on a different
continent one we will
not be taken to
on this gloomy ferris wheel

disaster of skies
from the top
which we can see
an ocean full of 
simple minded
patrons out for
the day spending
on rides

if you take me back 
from this abandon
I will owe you and obey
you until the last token
is spent in the photo booth
and we both come out from
behind the curtain
rivaled only by
the immediacy
of heat