In that parking lot, Where the carnival is set up, Familiarity is her roller-coaster Zig-zagging through the sky, The rush takes her higher On this uneven plane Red-faced from the alcohol, But still familiar, All too familiar, He stands there, Caressing a long, thin cigarette With his silken hands He sees her, As the moon melts the chocolate In her eyes He can only stare As if he were looking into a fun mirror Cotton candy memories of childhood days Faded away Many years ago Today, all she sees Is a sperm donor In a clown suit Wrecking another carnival