Falling off a bike

happens in a vacuum —
launching forward
through soundless space,
head then feet then helmet
then head then feet

limp body
looping like a bagel,
silent gasp trailing from
gaping mouth

float
float
float
then fall

sound returns
with a punch to the lungs,
a patch of angry gravel,
and a fresh-baked batch
of bloody onion bruises






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08 2009

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  1. llamaboots #
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    You didn’t fall on the way home from work, did you??!!?

  2. 2

    no, i’m fine.
    i actually thought back to the time i went mountain biking with john, johnny, and mark (and wiped out about five minutes into the ride).

    thinking about that still hurts.



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