Onion Rings
Tortellini
and
a
glazed
donut.
I am small-town carnival run by the mafia.
It's near closing time.
There is an elderly cardiologist in a port-a-john
fondling a homely carny.
There is an odd tension
in
the
air.
Found written on a discarded Burger King French Fry Container at the corner of Superior and 9th in downtown Cleveland, Ohio.
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