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Michael Estabrook
Acrophobia
Michael Estabrook
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. . . she tells me losing a son is worse than losing a husband she tells me stay off the damn ladder . . .
Realized I had acrophobia when I was 12 years old paused at the top of a Ferris wheel with Billy Hunt and Bobby Wargo begging them to stop wiggling around like demented monkeys which of course they couldn’t. Haven’t been on a Ferris wheel since and never been on a roller coaster and I’m 73 years old. The grandchildren are incredulous over this news and desperate to get me on one before I shuffle off my mortal coil.
Michael Estabrook has been publishing his poetry in the small press since the 1980s. He has published over 20 collections, a recent one being The Poet’s Curse, A Miscellany (The Poetry Box, 2019). He lives in Acton, Massachusetts.