I am still afraid of speed
(Except that, secretly, I find it kind of fun)
It was in our hometown,
Last summer double-riding,
he stopped so suddenly and it made me laugh
I held on tight to his back
In a different city,
We biked tandem in the spring
Cycling aside, not quite in stride
We held hands at a red light
A couple, you and I were
And then, he and I were, too
I have to privilege one memory
And I just cannot choose
Because you are here
Is all over my map.
This city expels you,
Compels me to you
And there’s no way
I can stay here
With you/ without you.
The bus drivers just stopped striking.
But maybe it’s time
I started biking again.
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