Biker
I need to sell this bike
Dad says, a suzuki 550s
after it melts a hole
in my shoe and burns me
melting my ankle a bit
screaming down the hill
"Dad Stop the bike!"
I say
he rips my shoe out
burned rubber and skin
Eating berries makes me stop crying
Dad tells me he knows the people who live here
and we talk about the homes we've lived in
reminding me of many places
I don't know why that is important
but it is.
Copyright © Lyra Pendragon | Year Posted 2019
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