"You're just doing a favor for a friend.
So don't worry if it's not your best.
Just get out there and do it."

But when do the favors stop being favors?

Pedal
weighed down with worries-
Wheel
locked in place by fear

I speed into a busy intersection,
both armless
and legless.

Motion
a change in position or time...

...But I'm not going anywhere...
Everything is coming to me.

And it's coming slowly.

It's dark now.
I can't see you--
standing in that intersection,
but I know you're there.

And I will hit you.
Eventually.