Adults loathed the game; children loved it.
spinning around the uneven bars,
holding on only by her toes:
———the comatose mother and her crushed baby:
a troubling and disorienting position.
Down the highway,
——————to the cabin,
—————————on the highway,
the gelatinous rain,
———and the city’s body
——————with the tunnels (their real delicate)
singing Holy mackerel!
I think I watched that on television.
Chutefall, imminent; Ladder climb, imminent.
and things exploded very fast in bad ways.
The dance would have been better.
Invisible orchestra. “Is this the last time
we’re going to do this one, Mom?”
Involuntarily flailing around with his arms,
uncannily characteristic facial expressions.
There was a yelp and a crash and a tinkle.
“We’ve done this one five times in a row.”
The whole process started over again.
Source: The Broom of the System
MIKAELA VON KURSELL is an M.F.A. candidate at Florida Atlantic University. Her work appears or is forthcoming in The Explicator, Halfway Down the Stairs, Defenestration Magazine and other journals.