Vol 4 No 1 2010
Dreamy
When I meet the Devil, handsome he and me
fly in a vivid little airplane at the State Fair,
dangling from a chain—
we’re laughing, circling through the neon-spangled night,
our transportation tethered to a pole—
when the show tunes and the engine sounds
cut out, people I love perceive me
cryptically from the ground.
Kathleen Winter