Little Black Dot

i am taking emilia to the bike repair shop tomorrow morning.
a nice man with nice tattoos is going to change out her handlebars
for the ten dollar used pair i chose out after work today,
and i'll get her back tomorrow afternoon.
the repair will be much cheaper than i thought and i received an enormous
work cheque today..
meanwhile, all the tenderness is subsiding
but the bruises on my leg are still swollen
comet heads, delicate jellyfish,
wavering aureoles dark around them.
the scrape on my elbow, if i look closely
and with enough perversion, vaguely resembles an erect penis and two testicles.
i think this is funny.
my hip is a meteor shower of shrinking scabs.
maybe the shop will have gold handlebar tape.
maybe i'll ride to goldstream on sunday.
i'm breathing into my wounds and soon they'll all turn yellow.
there is a sun somewhere and it's glinting like a monacle
and something is looking through