Ferris Wheel

Late for work, think this week,
We’ll hang out at Richmond airport,

No one else can like to take me,
I am a fan of the end of revisions,

The low sky is satisfactory,
No need to apologize over the limited,

Finding the place to take me,
I need this evening to kick the empty

Out of me, all the residue of wishes
That would like to take to rise, shine.

Ben Nardolilli lives in New York City. His work has appeared in The Houston Literary Review, Perigee Magazine, Canopic Jar, Lachryma: Modern Songs of Lament, Baker’s Dozen, Thieves Jargon, and Farmhouse Magazine among others. He is the former poetry editor of West 10th Magazine at NYU.