Academic journal article Chicago Review

I Want to Be a Ferris Wheel

Academic journal article Chicago Review

I Want to Be a Ferris Wheel

Article excerpt

This soft body turned into shining steel, stretching toward farms and spiders and the clean windows of the Midwest. Neon lights on me, that weird kind of green that a tree wouldn't really recognize but aliens might, if they happened to be looking in this direction. A skinny kid, blond, named Joey, not one tattoo on him, hits the switch and the big green wheel

just rolls real slow through the darkening air, like dreaming. Whoever needs to can sit back and be carried into heaven over and over. I don't care if there are owls or stars or clouds or even an Elvis sighting in the sky. I just want to turn round and round, everyone spinning together in this one big circle that is the same and in the stationary turning isn't

the same at all; air smelling of ponies and gear grease, burning leaves, fried dough, the end of summer; everybody wanting to kiss someone real bad even if they're in a seat alone. …

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