i was riding Victoria
drive
on my bike
with a pink kids’ horn
wearing a pink t-shirt
you know, to match
i was riding slowly
because my right hand was guiding a–
let’s call it a–
girls’ bike
it also had a pink kids’ horn
her name was miele
i took the sidewalk
so i could take my sweet time
smell the pink roses
got stuck behind a shopping cart
man he looked like
he’s lost a fight or two in his life
won a scavenger hunt
or three
he started to move aside
i said, it’s ok, i’m going pretty slow anyway.
he then moved aside in a much more pronounced
and deliberate
way
(i guess some people don’t like tailgaters)
“you need a partner,” his coarse voice rasped
i don’t know if he was offering assistance
or if he was commenting
that the pink horn brigade was missing a key member
“she’s gone,” i blurted out, and pedalled away
to the bike shop
to get a shipping box.