Rollercoaster

by James Ekenstedt

A concrete poem in the shape of a rollercoaster with two hills and a loop at the end. Transcript of the poem is as follows: I'm just about to begin huff puff bass drop no not yet it's fleeting it's bubble bounce keep climbing cliffs ditch the stiffs now drop your pace about face the dee jay is here to lace cake this is it I can't swim / ride this drop it's (whoa) to be a come out the girls shut out for years no one can collapse quite like manic me eating vowels as I embrace taut skin g-force drag X wing gravity my punishment feels like gospel I go low / shit that hit you find the afters nice come with me we myth make in rubble trouble doesn't make eye con / tact fully weave between elbows glitter sequins the exit door revolves every flooded dance floor I see dead faces I loved / what is it about aerial loops my own thoughts I tumble spin cycling now watch this flip I am just about to begin.

James Ekenstedt is a poet based in Brooklyn, NY. His work appears or is forthcoming in The Arkansas
International, Folly Journal, Kitchen Table Quarterly, Sontag Mag, After Happy Hour Review, and
elsewhere. Read more at jamesekenstedtpoetry.com.