Before you had a fever

There’s bicycles moving through the streets,
and someone’s thrown out my bike tires,
totally flat, hollowed out snake bodies—
their teeth are still in tact,
but when you get near them they bite
sucking and spitting and whatever else they do
and I’ve already told everyone about the time
you sold all those old cards
stacked under your bed
and we could barely get anything with it.

8/12/2020

PoetryRiley Welch