Single Rider

Single rider clutching the safety bar

Sitting next to the ghost of Kathy Acker

Watch the way the moon makes a fool of us

Turning puddles in the blacktop into jewel dips

She guided me to a fun house to try on a new style

I marvel at every angle

Having a reflection is kind of too distant too intimate

I asked her what I should do about it

Hey

We all have our own kind of language

I absorb you like a sponge

I hear you inside of my voice

In the way that I that I respond

I go to Angelo's in the snow

I cherish anytime that I've been alone

I heard they had a sale on movies

Where you could get two for one

A stranger waved down from a window

I was hesitant to the fact

That I could if I wanted to

I could wave right back