BRICK WALLS AND BINGO GAMES [Caroline Kappel] Desperation pools at my fingertips. The words that lie under my tongue refuse to spill, but the bingo balls click-clack against each other, spinning round and round. Brick red and stumbling, and I can’t leave this room. The letters, the numbers, the blower. The sounds devastate the corners of my brain. Maybe the tipping causes the dripping of these feelings that can’t be explained. 53 PLAINS paradox