Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Carnival

"...it came back empty..."

Carnival

Feeding the Ferris Wheel
at nine o’clock

it came back empty
at nine fifteen

its cars grinning
like toothless jaws

Squeaking on hinges
red with rust.







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