white rice

i can't even look at a roller
coast
these days
without getting dizzy
and sick
to my stomach
i tell my friend jimmy.
he says that he feels
that way too
when he sees a wedding
going on.
i can't even look at white
rice anymore, he says,
without almost fainting.
after four short
sprints
to the altar
he's done with marital
bliss.
his girlfriend
betty, who's
hanging on his arm
and chewing a massive
wad of gum
sighs and shakes
her head
and says
we'll see. we'll see.