I used to stand in the middle of the railroad
track on Sundays, one foot on either side of the county border line,
just so I could tell you that I was in two places at once.
would shake your head in that disapproving, familiar way, and tell
me that no one could be in two places at once, and besides, standing
on railroad tracks was illegal, and I had better watch it or else I
was liable to get ticketed.
informed you that wanting to live a little was not
The day you died I rode full speed down the nearby
hill with my bare legs on the handlebars of my mother's bike, the
sun shining full in my eyes. I swear to god my hands lifted
off the handlebars and flew away, and to this day I still can't find
them, but you, you know where they are.
I got a ticket for
walking on those railroad tracks and two weeks ago I rode down that
hill remembering you, and when I crashed at the bottom I thought I
felt you hold my hand.
no one can be in two places at once.