funfairs

the funfair at seven

watching two guys

in a ring of people

coats wrapped over one arm

the other holding a blade

circling

looking to stab

not be stabbed

fierce words

I’ll fucking do you

I’ll cut you, you fairy

& then wild slashing in the air

& later my nose blood flowing

from a bump on the dodgems

this memory

hot sweaty people

noise

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