by Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco

From the Ferris wheel,
you can see
the cemetery.

It is stones
and quiet. Names
sinking into carved black
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.


  1. Jean McMunn Browning says:

    Eerie…I’d love to hear the background story someday,,,

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