My anticlimactic bike accident

By Lucianne Poole

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?