There is a certain lunacy in roller coasters.
I once heard of a woman in love with such a machine.
I mean she wanted to marry it, or did.
She gave it a proper name, so to me, that wasn’t such a leap I guess.
Her life consisted of oiling, tinkering, and babying her machine.
In case you’re wondering,
she divulged she wasn’t in a sexual relationship with her coaster.
It was a deep-seeded affinity she felt in its presence.
Perhaps her heart rattled above her rib cage in excitement
Thinking about the click-click-click of the chain
Hauling her love up to the precipice, the highest heights of life.
I can respect that. I just wouldn’t marry it.