After sixty three miles of riding
My ass bones hurt
So I get off
Walk to the middle of a scratchy field
And squat to pee
Ohio is flat and farms are only allowed on tree a piece
So there’s no place to hide
But I don’t mind baring my ass
To the crows or other nameless birds
Because I’m not ashamed
I like it out here
Even though it’s not pretty
There’s something nice about a space
Uninterrupted
There’s room for everything
To uncurl in a big open space
And so I let my heart do it
Uncurl
Like the nautilus with its
Self-similar spiral curve
Growing as it unravels
Dizzying
I don’t even realize
Until crop winds crackle what’s left of corn stalks
That I’m standing with my shorts down
Palms open
Facing the sunset
And when I come out of it
I’m not ashamed