When first she put her leg over the motorcycle
and clung onto the rat bastard’s strong
and shapely back—when first she felt the thrum
of the powerful engine between her legs and
felt the intense surge when he gunned it—
when first she felt the rush of the pull
and threw herself all in with abandon
(so that she was giddy with knowing that this was it,
that this, just this—this was what she had wanted
all along) even then, knowing that the crash
was sure to come, knowing that she would break
everything she had to break, knowing that
she would lose everything that she had to lose
and more, much more besides…even then,
knowing all this from the start,
the anticipation was awesome,
A person’s life choices are never anything to comment on or to judge because life and its decisions are so personal and none of us are perfect. Put trying to tease apart the process, to understand how it is that we drive ourselves and how we face the world…to do that is universally human, and I trust, forgivable.
Thank you for reading The ride, and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
The photograph is entitled Swing! and was taken at my home in Putnam, CT. It is the rotating pendulum going all a whirligig at the bottom of a clock. For more photography, please visit the Book of Bokeh.
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