I’m back at the shelter.
It’s closing for the night.
All day guests need to leave.
Lanna's got to go. She’s willing,
but her power chair is busted.
One wheel won’t turn.
They weigh six hundred pounds.
Lanna’s another three and
can’t walk on her own.
I grab a chair and help her sit.
Then, I push the power-chair
across the floor and up the switch
back disability ramp outside.
A staff member watches the power-chair
as I help Lanna into a wheeled, office chair.
This is a ride you cannot pay for at Disneyland,
I say as I roll the chair across the floor.
As I swing her into the switch backs, I say,
People pay extra for Gs on the turns.
She laughs.
I place her eight feet from the front door.
Staff gives her a blanket
and tells her to talk
to the director in the morning.