Mood Swings

A tear

(drop)

through my eye lands

on the machinery of my cheek

 

And sparks shoot off of my crackling face

 

The mask distorts in unnatural twitch

 

A pole in my brain spins

and spits ribbons of storm

 

                             as a

                            giant

                flying               carousel

          rises from the top of my head

(the kind at the fair, with swings on chains)

and        I           ride        on       each      seat

       a   l   l                a    t            o   n   c   e

Bianca Ambrosino is a poet from Richmond, Virginia.