Day eight

Part of a larger project I'm working on with the TF
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After school, Tad and I always ride our bikes
around our neighborhood. We are free
from our parents and for a few short hours
if the weather’s nice, we glide out into the streets,
pick a direction and ride hard. The wind slaps
against my face urging me to go faster. We wheelie
and curbs and skid into sharp curves.
jump
When I see you, I into a light pole
crash
so hard my head
spins
tumbles I hear
jumbles
the sound of Tad’s voice calling my name, a faint echo
rings in my ears. Then I notice I’m on my back. I’m ok,
a little bruised, but my cheeks feel bright red. Did I just
smash into a parked pole? The guys are never going
to let this go. Then everything comes back to me. You
were sitting under a tree. I could barely see your eyes,
were they in tears? I’m dizzy. I look back at the tree
but I only see gnarled roots, a few pine cones
and wandering butterfly. Where did you go? Then when
I’ve lost all hope, when I think you were another dream
I hear you call my name from behind me. That sweet
voice trembles and I know that I’m not dreaming, that
I smashed myself against a large pole that not even
a blind man would miss, that I embarrassed myself
and looked like ridiculous like a live turkey invited
to thanksgiving dinner. I wish I was dreaming.

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