(Kate Wilson) i saw a picture of an abandoned & decrepit chucky cheese animatronic in the desert, splintering at each seam, pooling springs & the lustrous strands of synthetic fiber; sand embedded in the machinery, gears sputtering and thrashing, music on repeat, smelling like piss and pizza and motor oil, faded and cracking, cracking, cracking, unraveling into a metal armature and the fading memories of a dancing mouse & the hazy blink of neglected neon memories and thought

me too, the fuck?

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Kate Wilson is the Associate Editor of TERSE. Journal, an Interview Correspondent with Half Mystic, and a Poetry Reader with Alien Magazine. Their work can be found at Pressure Gauge Press, Poets.org, and Parentheses Journal, among others. They cannot do a somersault, but they can be found on Twitter @pasta_slut

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image: Lindsay Hargrave