motorcycle
4th November 09
yesterday,
three people to one seat,
sloshing, two-wheeled,
through gray-tinged monsoon rain
was giggle worthy -
with the thrill of whirling roads blurring
past weaving speeders pulsing wildly red
against wrists and clutched fingers
(we’re fine, we’re fine)
we tugged at our curls
and leaned back fondly into glazed eyes
today I lean back into those average times
and wonder where these skidmarks came from
that trek so heavy across my chest
upsetting glass to shatter
salty wet and smeared red
in their silent wake
