oneword: ridge
by t. zoEy benally

my right leg barely shoves the aluminum pedal to the lowest point in it's rotation, and my shoulder muscles burn with lactic acid as they command my arms to veer off the rutt ridge left over from three glaaniis caught in the last big rainstorm


hadjare said...

what is "glaaniis"?

zoey said...

...folks that over-imbibe alcohol.

hey--did you think about that email that i sent you some time back? about Tatiana? let us know. z

hadjare said...

As I said in a quick email, no I didn't. I even went back to check. And who is the next poem about? Was it someone on your side link?

I'm sorry to hear of your loss ... of missed opportunities. :(