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Red Bicycle - Poem
Literary Review, Spring, 2002 by Suki Wessling
Red Bicycle Had to be was angry full of thoughts with no voice leaving house loud with children and father busy with his book mother at work on a new degree to make her know more and know less of me the child angry on my red bike Guys in their hot cars would come from the flat country down that new blacktop stream of mullets and blue jeans often balancing a beer between and always a cigarette and sometimes a girl No exception today with red car to match my bike was down so fast don't even remember the air in my lungs and whether it stayed with him or cooled the hot blacktop along with Oh God, I'm Sorry his prayer No need for an ambulance, I skinned knees and road-burn arm, a new curve to the wheel of my bike went home to mother cooking in the kitchen and father with his paper so it must have been late in the afternoon of the day I knew my parents didn't see me and never noticed the scabs I fingered under my shirt proof that they had lives outside of mine I was alone in this world and if I wanted anyone to know it I was going to have to find a voice
Suki Wessling's fiction and poetry has been published in a variety of literary magazines. She is publisher of Chatoyant, a small poetry press.
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