The rollercoaster is halfway up,
and I am steadily climbing—
euphoria, like a tab of ecstasy
in a 1995 club on K’ Road.
Kinetic energy—
the dominos are in sync,
and I don’t want it to stop.
One potato, two potato,
three potato, more—
deep laughter erupts,
fuelled with Little Lucifers.
The bass goes deep,
like a 5.5 Richter aftershock.
Patrick Swayze is holding me up—
but don’t call me Baby.
Leopard print leotards,
electric blue leg warmers—
I am the star of Flashdance.
Feather boa feathers
clutch to my sweaty armpits—
I am Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.
The refracting light
bounces off the glitter ball.
I am the belle of my own ball,
and the rollercoaster continues to climb—

This time at pace.