Type A

sometimes I don’t want to do anything

and I don’t

for hours, days, weeks, years

just coasting 

like when you let go of the handlebars

and put your hands up 

and you’re drunk and you fall

she’s your machine

and you need to feed her

and keep her clean

she doesn’t drink gasoline

and when it’s sunny

the feeling of the wind in your hair

is worth the risk