i [used to] put myself down
for a nap (
Billy was there,
curled at my feet)
and a dream en#sued:

use#less converse
in some drive
way some where,
thank fully
by Massive manifesting
on his feet

some kid trying to[o hard]
so i stood
and raised my
voice some what:

“Hey, get off my fucking bike
you gimp.”

you were there then,
giggling by my side,
and a waking en#sued:
had i said that allowed?,
in bed

so in the dream i raised
one eye,
and in the bed i raised
one eye,
chuckling by your side

that was enough for me:
a power nap
for a power couple;
such dreams cant not
be powmed;
such dreamboats cant not
be sailed

now i put myself down for naps,
and you are there
giggling by my side,
our dreams ensuing

What I Talk About When I Talk About Cycling

I was excited about riding with F’s friends, because something I really dig about most of the cycling community is they are inclusive. I mean, it’s also a heavily stratified community where as I explained to C today, there are

people like me who spend three hundred bucks on a single-speed commuter and barely do any maintenance on it for two years but who love the shit out of that bike anyway,

and then there are those who spend twelve k on a bike and spend more time maintaining it than they do riding it,

and of course there are what Mum was thrilled to learn are called MAMILs, Middle-age Men in Lycra.

But within your own strata the community members are all generally inclusive, which is maybe a quality of something being a strata.

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