Going Along for the Ride

by Jerry Ratch

You could hear her coming from a long way off

like she kept trying to catch her breath,

like she was getting the fun rattled out of her bones.


But it was laughter, always laughter that kept on

filling up her belly from the inside


and she was having trouble sitting on top of that flaming ride

and keeping her balance, and her cool,

as if her cool wasn't all that important anymore.