I ride my bike with torn jeans and my hat on backwards.
One foot on the pedal-
And a soda in the straw basket
That rests on the handlebars.
I am myself now.
Music playing in my ears.
My sneakered feet on the cobblestones.
I step quickly into a shiny, long limousine.
Windows black.
Threatening to discredit me.
I persevere.
The bike lady rests her sneakered feet and takes off her hat.
There are videos to watch and liquor in crystal glasses.
But, I remain the same.
I have mastered my act.

– Sandy Rochelle