Things That Make Me Dizzy

Cement mixers—

Wearing glasses—

Too much sugar!

Not enough water!

Dancing in a circle—

Swinging so long

That my brain becomes soup—

Spinning like a swatted fly,

Dizzy like a screaming siren,

Dizzy like a dentist’s drill,

So dizzy that I’m out of breath.

He’s tall as a tree and pretends he just wants to talk. Uses his soft voice (not the usual one— the special one) to ask me why there was a single pine needle left on the ground, and then

Being smacked on the side of my head so hard that my ear is ringing and I try catching my balance but I have really bad balance so instead I fall.

Renee Kenny