wheelchair

I’m experimenting with putting up poetry instead of fiction today (obviously). Feel free to riot as you please.

I wrote this after a boring lunch meeting in Breckenridge, CO. Beautiful place. And they have great burgers for a ski town. A child wandered around outside in a princess dress. I thought, This lunch would be much more interesting if everyone wore costumes. And, I want to be Tinker Bell. 

I don’t remember if there was an actual swing. Just the princess dress. Anyway, that’s the backstory: