Schwinn

The Christmas I was 9 I got

A Schwinn, red, no basket.

By May I’d discovered

Suicide Hill.  I was the only

one calling it Suicide Hill,

but coasting down this hill

felt dangerous.  As I grew

confident, it seemed not

dangerous but thrilling.  I

reached a speed that filled me

with joy.  I was going so it felt

like I could almost leave myself

behind

which was the ultimate

relief.    For a few moments I

escaped myself

I left me behind

 I remember looking back.  I could

almost so myself panting, weary,

out of breath

free of me finally.

I Want

Part of me has always wanted to be a good person.
Not the part that makes good decisions, unfortunately.
I feel all conflicted.  I have a bifurcated soul -- I am not 
confused.I am not an accidentally bad person,
I'm bed on purpose.  I do not steal, or fornicate, 
unless you go to that lust in your heart part.  I am 
not cruel to animals, but a lack of faults does not
make me faultless.  A list of sins I have never committed
does not make me sinless.  Having perfection by omission
does not, in the least sense make me perfect.  My one 
and only perfection is in being perfectly selfish.  I want, want, want.