I'm a coaster this semester --
not coasting, but rolling
up ticking inclines
(wringing bars and wishing for seat belts)
and down helpless drops
(clinging hard and thinking of everythingandnothing).
I can't feel out a rhythm
because we're not allowed to stop
but I see a pattern in
the turns and shifts and drops
and I'm a mess. A passenger
who thought I was in control because
I got in line. But
I was out of line to think I could handle this alone.
So thank the Lord I'm not alone and
thank the Lord I've got this home and
thank the Lord when I adjust to
turns and bumps and
don't yack my guts.
This track would be easier to predict
if it had an iamb or a rhyme,
but that doesn't mean I can't handle
free verse.
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