Too old for rollercoasters
I am too old
for rollercoasters now
found out at the rodeo
on the “warm up” one,
I did lose my stomach
when I was young,
but it never went too far
never felt electric-blender whipped
head tipped over the edge
ready to ruin it for everyone
a kid yelled, “no hands”
I wasn’t sure my hands
were still on my body
had to be helped out
when we jerked to a stop,
stood, wobbly, and watched
it crank up again
knowing this was the end of rollercoasters
for me, this kind at least
Maybe it was time
to quit my not-right job,
tell that person
that thing
I can’t come back from
Maybe I’m just old enough
to make myself dizzy
right here on the ground.
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