rosita and g. ma

rosita
Originally uploaded by schaaflicht.

when i was a girl my grandmother, frail maybe 85 pounds went to the fair with me. her eyes were gleaming. cautiously excited. she wanted to ride the rides. she was dying. she was bitter, but she still liked to run down the hall and chase us. she still wanted to be fast. she was like rosita. she went on the spin-peeler. she went on a ride.

this is the ride where you spin. you are standing inside a big tube.
many humans stand around with their heels against the wall. you spin so fast you stick. static crackles in your hairs -- they stand up. the floor drops and you stay standing. slowly some fall -- we all slid but grandma stayed. she stayed the tallest. the highest. she stays.