Riding Coasters

I'm in your amusement park riding all the coasters.
Rolling.. Clack. Clack. Clack.. Click. Clack..

Climbing to the tippy top..

There’s a sudden hush

followed by a shriek from a woman

with long rugged kinky hair and an orange suntan.

The wind is absent and time suddenly seems paused,

but still fizzles like a drop of ice water

on the blacktop under a heavy August sun.

I hear your voice as I descend.

Your promises tickle my ears with the wind.

Flap...flap….flap.

At every turn you grab my stomach

in your hands and shake it up

as I twist and flip upside down.

When I scream mercy, you cry out

“you’re wicked,”

you are now the victim, and threaten to cut my harness.

After released I seemingly run free,

stuck in this day, my heart tick tocking in a theme park

with fun house mirrors, clocks, and clowns.