Carnival Games

Because you were a camera assistant and had a thing for old stufflike records and Super 8, I figured it could be fun to take you

to the beach town to record ourselves on the pier. It was latefall and we would have been a preview for an indie movie if it weren’t for

all the kids running around and getting sick on the tilt-a-whirl.In this framing, what are the odds that you walk back alone in fog?

I thought we decided to wrap on the Ferris wheel,completely still but lit up. But you kept going, even

though the director yelled cut. I’m disappointed. I neverexpected to win a giant stuffed tiger. I only ever wanted

greasy food and to see myself hold up a camera to the trackof some sweaty kid covering Sinatra. I hate this, but I want it,

the sand, the truncated breaths of the salt tide, and one last rack focusaway from the two bodies, blurry and shrinking behind black rocks.