Roller Coaster

The roller coaster of my body
Took you through
Swoops and dives
Peaks and drops
Hair flying
With joyful whoops
In the curves

You rode until you were dizzy
And had so much fun
It was a mystery
You didn’t buy the annual pass

Until I realized
All vacations must end
The tourists go home
Along with flights of fancy
Seen in fun house mirrors

So in the off-season
I’m oiling the gears
Truing the rails
Polishing the cart
To make my attraction
A destination

©Heather Coldstream


About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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