.with.balls.

I spent a good part of my shift at work today ogling cyclocross bikes that I want to buy. One time, a coworker of mine gave an excellent description of what a cyclocross bike is: a road bike with balls. Maybe all those picky customers that demand fast, but comfortable, bikes that can be taken off the road had some effect on bike production after all.
In any case, it really would just be a matter of switching out tires: throw some slick 700 x 23s on those wheels instead of the knobby 32s and I've got myself a road bike, albeit a slightly heavier one, with a shifted-down gearing range.

Life should be so easy.
I could switch out some shoes and step outside.
I could win a race. I could be a me with some balls.

the rain

the rain started slow. i kept the window
open, listening to the water hit
the sidewalk. sounded like
pebbles plinking down, manic.

we were fighting again
so all my bitterness
turned the rain into a prophesy.

look: this is why
we wouldn't last.

your love is a dark cloud.
and all that wind is just
me, howling.

it seemed better to leave you than
to stay long enough for you to disappoint me.
how could you not?

I could feel the rain,
it started in my bones.