Merry-Go-Round

the gently thighed

lion with its pink

mouth chipping

black pearls of

glazed foam

 

Merry-go-gunning

for hand tangent   

zebra world Slant

stomach loud

like bells without ringers

mothering our ears  

 

Me rry-go-auto

six-legged animal I flicker

between metals the film

of conquest spooling

off in heat

 

M erry-go- into the mirrors

before the name

of this becomes said garish

and insincere Dizzy

at the stop our bodies

move without blueprint  

because all we wanted

was to be unwinged

Natasha Mijares is an MFA candidate in Writing at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. She received her BA in Creative Writing from the University of Miami. She has been published in Vinyl PoetryVine Leaves Literary JournalSheezusBear ReviewElysium Literary Magazine, and BAOBAB