by Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco
From the Ferris wheel,
you can see
the cemetery.
It is stones
and quiet. Names
sinking into carved black
canyons.
.
My hand on your leg in the dark air
is just a trick: I am standing in a crowd,
swallowing swords.
Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco lives in California’s Central Valley with her husband, son, and a big black dog. Her poetry has appeared in Word Riot, Hobart, decomP, The Tule Review, and Paper Nautilus, among others.
A-minor 
Eerie…I’d love to hear the background story someday,,,