ten words wait
to be written
then ten more
blank the line
becomes longer
eyes closed
the ruled marks
disappear
the ropes
around the maze
fade
back on the line
ride
and alive
I ask for
a fast pass
we run
to the front car
excited to
see ourselves
steeply drop
and then there's the
kid in the back
who says
he will feel
it more
soon, I will
have a scoop
of chocolate
mint
and you will
eat a funnel cake
we will
be fast asleep
under hotel sheets
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