it wasn't unusual
for a kid
to throw up on the Scrambler,
a ride that spun
you around on long
stiff tentacles
made of creaking steel.
faster and faster
it would go
until your face pulled
back like an astronaut
at lift off on the way
to the moon.
it was hard to keep
a hot dog
and cotton candy,
a bag of caramel
corn, and a large coke down.
there was one
worker on duty
for such occasions,
busy with a mop
and bucket.
filled with water and Lysol
to squeegee everything
down. sadly,
by night's end the girl
you were after
was with someone else,
as you went home to
change your Banlon
shirt again.
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