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By Alex Pasquale
Published in the 2023 journal.
For all you wondering,
Love ain’t a rollercoaster.
Or least it ain’t ‘sposed to be.
[My stomach jumps to my throat when we descend.]
Neither of y’all got a halo
Round your heads,
So keep working to make it work.
[My eyes squeeze shut, grabbing on to anything that I can.]
Love’s more like a
Cart. Two people pushing
Is a lot easier, know what I mean?
[I don’t hear the tracks beneath me. Have we derailed?]
We plunge further and further into what was never meant to be.
Can we swim back up at all? Should we?
I wouldn’t mind drowning down here with you.
Could we keep the facade a little bit longer?
It’s surprisingly comfortable here in the cold and the dark.
Bubbles floating up.
I ain’t floating.
Love with you ain’t a rollercoaster,
It’s a pit where we drift ever closer,
The bars of this car grow ever colder,
We approach the inescapable border,
And cross once and for all.
Love ain’t a rollercoaster,
We never ascend.