the beaches there--a slow furl, seemingly,
of heavy, heavy water.
that curve mirrored
in the taut lines of roller coasters
at the boardwalk. the curve moves longingly,
as if it were the peel of the air, drawing itself back.
i was shuddering at the top of that spinal
curve, and then plunging down
through air as if it were water.
and after i
got off,
i thought that
these paradoxical
movements
skinned from time
all were once
or would be
yours.