Tina Modotti

I bought myself a bike, a second bike, two days ago.

I rode it today to the store where I promptly plopped in all the groceries of jars and skins. I drove the bike home. It feels like a truck after riding the mountain bike. I am seriously questioning what exactly was the reason for buying a new bike. Was it boredom ? Am I trying to reinvent myself ? A last chance Texaco , stab at youth.

I feel the tenuous grip I masterfully hold, it is slipping. Strength decreasing, desire ebbing. They say as women age they lose their womanhood. Does a man lose his manhood? Where does the women go. I am having thoughts about returning the bike. Alas, I'm stuck with it. Can I grow to love it. I romanticized its impact before I had it.
 
 
 
 
MK