The Doctor, Part 3

Young
Coney Island rides,
I get used to appointments –

I can,
with gunshy butterflies,
shoot out the star –

but I’m afraid to get on
the throwup machine
because I’ve been on before,
my face pressed against
bloody fingerprints
spotting the entrance to the cave
of the PET

and I always like to say
that I still like
to ride the rides
that scare me most.