you're riding with the big boys now.
there is something about them: big boys.
(it's a lived in kinda life.
a godamned lived in kinda life.)
going helmetless on the highway
is every chance you'll ever take.
going a hundred or more, flat tire
will take you out. or maybe
the dude, texting his next fuck,
might never even think to see ya
as he changes lanes.
there is this fluidity that takes place.
this zen moment that keeps on breathing.
(and it takes my breath away.)
i call him: me
'cause it's easier.
his proper name
than a mouthful.
and i'm riding.
with a big boy