you never forget how to ride a bike

October 2, 2009

she feels that friday rush down jerome avenue
what if, what if
mind racing to the steady buzz of her bike
what if i never stopped?

hamsters goldfish
that boy
nothing beats that rush
who would save me if i never stopped?
from confusing curiosity with something else?

the temptation to not hit the brakes
she almost laughs, throws her head to the wind.

because in a Perfect World,
she could cross the intersection
unharmed

could. i still could, you know.

nothing's stopping her
literally
but

she errs on the side of caution
as she sees the old man on the curb.
people. there are always people. remember the people.
she reconsiders, turns her head

because i am my sister am my parents am the-people-I've-yet-to-meet

no car behind her check
no car in front of her check
no cars no cars no cars
check check check

she makes her way onto the sidewalk.

friday afternoons are perfect for what ifs.

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