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The webbing between thumb and forefinger. A clenched fist. An egg. An agitated frogger. Why in eastern mysticism a mudra? Ever so shapely, and symmetrical. A pressure point? After all, opposable thumbs are in fact among our more recent stages in evolution (science says). These digits that dare, they take some getting used to… Soft lines of paintbrush powder. Silver coins turn. Deep. Deeper. Actively hearing my pockets being depleted. As yet, countless carnival games to play. Obstacles. Overstimulated, wasted on whiskey. Doubt now the hush, coming from her hurt? It doesn't matter much: thumbs up on a merry go round!

Dizzy. Don’t know if it’s the booze or both.

“Look, babe, I’m going in a circle!”

She stood there, standing still. Getting pretty dizzy here. At each round she sneered at me. I couldn’t see too great detail. She did sneer though. That something you can feel. Getting dizzier. Blurred vision. She grows horns, greying over graceless banquet bracelets. Oh, what a poor. Oh, my horny whore. Pray tell, what on earth is all this for?

“I’m going in circles!”

“You’re giving me the ick is what you’re doing,” she mustered to mutter.

“C’mon! Can’t a man ride a carousel in peace!”

Woozily dismounted the porcelain horse I’d chosen to plot atop, bouncing. Clop. Cyclopes. Nice massage for the inner thighs. Really digs in there, if you let it. There’s your sweet spot. Woozily. Try to remember your manners, if only for your own sake. Tripping over my own toes and the rows of stretched straps they use to denotate where the line for the ride is.

“Saw a couple of cockroaches on the carousel. Still find a way to have fun with it somehow. We paid for the tickets, after all.”

She stayed quiet. You could sense her disdain, in a way, that strange way that females use.

“One thing, though, before we proceed. Important business regarding relationships to talk. Express one’s melody in confidence. It seems there may be a misunderstanding afoot. But here, either you wish to be with me, or you don’t. But please, darling, do us both a favor and make up your mind. And sooner rather than later, would you be so sweet.”