driving’s for the birds
who’d love these pretty flowers
as they fly to work
testing confession:
extra planning time saves me
from taking work home
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
with my old playlist
i fight an uphill battle
pedal into wind
your words lost on me
abandonment tastes bitter
as you once told me
silver streaks of rain
cross winds with old memories
i. never. give. up.
ten minutes to spare,
i make my destination.
(you are nowhere near)
my life without you:
la lengua extranjera
que no puedes ver
Spanish in my dreams
audiobooks, printed books
just not on my tongue
back to riding bike
some scary moments by creek
(fear is in the mind)
what better Earth Day
than a late-night class commute
via bicycle?
three theme paragraphs
if saved could build your essay
not important though
apathy rules school
am i wrong to wonder why?
or wasting my time?
disorganized hope
for a better tomorrow
can it ever come?