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my mother had two wheels
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cold mud on a hill
 1
kids think is a mountain
 2
their hands built
 3
 
 
gasoline fumes, hips
 4
shifted off, get the whole
 5
foot flat on the ground
 6
the bike under you trembling
 7
skyward restrained, barely so
 8
 
 
the breath tumbling out
 9
of your chattering teeth
 10
 
 
stand on your pegs,
 11
old woman, you've got
 12
a few moves, clutch out
 13
throttle on and fall
 14
gracelessly
 15
and fast
 16
 
 
banging knees
 17
rattling your skull
 18
back wheel sliding
 19
your leg out trying
 20
to balance trying not to
 21
stop moving
 22
 
 
through the turn
 23
laughter shimmying out
 24
of your chestmouth
 25
 
 
the engine breathes
 26
foot up and go
 27

13 Jan 18


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