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.
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