Wednesday, 6 February 2013

My anticlimactic bike accident

By Lucianne Poole

Sketch of a 10-speed bike
I wrote this prose poem years ago when I was stuck in the humbling limbo that finds new and unemployed university graduates living with their parents in the 'burbs.

I fell off my bike today
On my parent's driveway.
I grazed my knee.
The flesh unbroken
but angry red.
My mother picked up my bike
and pumped up the tires.
I got back on
and peddled tentatively.
It was easier to balance.
I am 23.

Have you ever been involved in a mildly humiliating bike accident?
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2 comments:

  1. David Scrimshaw6 February 2013 at 06:14

    I'm sure I have, but I've repressed the memory. All I have is an image of black grease and gear marks on pale blue bell bottoms.

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  2. Lucianne Poole6 February 2013 at 13:27

    Thanks for sharing your repressed memory, David! Sorry to hear about the ruined bell bottoms. My 1980s 10-speed Raleigh shredded a few pairs of jeans (mostly my brothers' which I borrowed without asking).

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