My dad was the coolest.
He took me for rides around town
on his motorcycle, my mom’s helmet sliding
over my eyes.

Twelve years later,
once again with a helmet,
I watch the speedometer needle rise
then shift my eyes to the road ahead,
hold on tight.

My dad warned me against
dating a man with a motorcycle.


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