Why I No Longer Ride My Bike
(in "Sign Language")

 

I was riding my bicycle

 

when I saw a woman lying down.

We fooled around

until she was ready.

First she opened one leg.

Then the other.

I put it in.

She complemented me on my size

 

and weight.

 

After a lot of coming and going

we tried different styles

and speeds.

When I reached the point of no return

 

she shouted "STOP!"

She said she wasn’t on the Pill.

My excitement died.

Nine months later she phoned from the hospital.

I was a father.

My world collapsed.

I now walk.

 

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