my incompetence
 measured with twenty stray marks
 and one rude comment
 
 let us speak the truth:
 your presumption has failed us
 and i have lost faith
 
 i pedaled uphill
 for incomprehension. served
 with sarcastic sides
 
 my happy birthday:
 giving up my Saturday
 for a wing, a prayer
 
 but the bike saves me
 the cuddling girls save me
 the cheap wine saves me
 
 (how singularly
 simple English verbs can be)
 lost in translation
 
 now, my Spanglish wish:
 let my tongue thrive like my legs
 uphill pedaled dreams