An Out of Control Carousel
I took my baby sister, Pheobe, to ride on the carousel. Scared the living hell out of me. Who’s there to protect her from falling down? There’s no way I can be there for everyone on the ride. What if the carousel spins faster and faster until who knows what happens? I sometimes feel like I myself am spinning out of control, so how am I supposed to catch a body coming through the rye?
Posted on Tuesday May 4th
