it is now time
to suit up in my cold weather biking gear
set out on 205 parallel paths
and hopefully
not have made
stupid decisions
that cause me
to vomit between my knees
at a MAX station
only four miles completed
so if you're waiting for the light rail
and you smell a rancid mix
of cinnamon toast crunch, a pear, water, and a multivitamin
then I didn't have a good day
yet again.