by Frank G. Karioris
The old metal merry go round in the playground,
a remnant of years past, with its handles, spinning top
for all the children of the blocks surrounding it.
Still without paint or decoration, the roundabout
now has utilitarian seats bolted to the flat surface, put
children in place, no longer dreaming topographies.
[Frank G. Karioris (he/they/him/them) is a writer and educator based in Pittsburgh whose writing addresses issues of friendship, masculinity, sexuality, and gender. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in the Hong Kong Review of Books, Burning House Press, Back Patio Press, Collective Unrest, Chantarelle’s Notebook, Maudlin House, and the Berlin Review of Books.]