Anticipation

Biking through lower Manhattan, surrounded by beautiful women, wanting all of it and knowing better.

I’ve only got four pictures of you, and your sweaters tell me everything I need to know.

I should have gone there first. By the time the bar called my name, it was too late.

I asked, you answered, and I didn’t love the answer. I’m a toddler: if you’re masturbating, I want you thinking about me.

I’m getting two new knees in my 50s, and I’m terrified.

P emailed again, and my heart leapt again – like it always does, like an idiot.

Kelly green bike shorts, a high braid, and suddenly I’m riding faster than I meant to.

Found poem in “The Ethical Slut”: many good ways to stay safe. Hold structure fairly.

Maxie returns to the picture.

Dinner with Cee and Shakira?