The Cyclone
Yes, screaming.
She came into the world
the second time
the same way as the first:
Late September
asked his only passenger
“Front or Back?”
She said “Back”
He said “That’ll be a Rough Ride!”
She said “I know my roller coasters”
and sat down.
This time, with no seat-mate,
at every big drop her thighs
slammed against the bar
slammed against the bar
slammed against the bar
After,
while she climbed out hoarse and sore
He said “You are BRAVE!”
She thought “Man, you have no idea.”
then She
allowed herself a tiny smile
raised her face up to the sun
then She
released the bar
of her rough ride
then She
allowed back in
a little pride
then She
began
again.