Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Car Racing at Rush Hour

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,
running-bra soaked,
mouth parched,
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.

Ep

1 comment:

  1. Is this not the way our world should be ordered. Definitely not what George Herbert Walker Bush had in mind, but then he has never been at Chicago and 31st.

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