I’m bleeding at the Fayetteville fair,
bitten by the dancing bear as the calliope
music drowns out my agonized howls.
A toothless old man with a Hitler mustache
sits on a tailgate of a vintage pickup truck,
waving an American flag. The clowns can’t
stop laughing as they dance a jig.
The merry-go-round creates
a musical world of smiling faces.
No one seems to care about me.
When will this summer end?
Winter is still a long way off.