Letter to Another World

Emily Dickinson’s soul mate rides
a bicycle down my street. I can tell
it’s him by the way he compresses
his shoulders between parked
and moving cars. Handsome and nimble,
Emily, constant and quick.

Kokomo (Day 2,439: Take 2)

When I visit
my sister
next month, I will
think of you
still pretending 

your banana
seat bicycle
with string-ray
handle bars

is a horse.