MISSION INSANITY by Monty Rozema

She pulls down the restraints, heavy, encapsulating plastic shimmering with the heat and stick of a thousand happy screams, and tells me that she and I are breaking up, and that she’s not open to negotiating it. I hear the plastic clicking into place. I fasten my own seatbelt, eyes cast down on the water where the glare of the sun bounces off of the ferris wheel, climbing circuitously into my eyes. Before you say anything, she says to me, I want you to know that’s not you, it’s me. Pieces of her sentences are chewed up and lost...

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