Tuesday, February 15, 2011
On my way home from work,
the last two miles of road,
starting at Chicago and 31st Street -
you’d know the light if you biked here -
I began tailing her.
I took the center of the lane
on my Specialized Allez,
behind a black woman
driving a Ford Escort.
Thirteen blocks, I stuck to her bumper,
my nose – invaded by fumes.
At the red light, 1st Av. and 31st,
about to turn,
she opened the door and yelled,
“You go, Girl!”
with a grin.
A woman –
not threatening me or hollering
“Get on the sidewalk!”,
“Move your ass over!”.
Thrilled to be tailed for 13 blocks
by a shirtless and sweaty chick on a bike.
This is how I move, how I breathe.