Mr. Sullivan’s Wild Ride

No grain alcohol
burns, with my forward flung lips;
knees knock / tippy-toed

the clock unseen, off-
screen. Scraping scar tissue from
my solar plexus;

droplets seal my smile
bite the bottoms of my soles,
you terrible fiends…

I only scream once,
at the highest pulls you got,
roller coaster ride.

Pitch me down, lifeless
lift me back into the fold-
I am myself, both.

M. Lucia