I learned to ride a bike so that I could keep up with the neighborhood kids- the public-school boys, with their baseball trading cards and Coca Cola breath
On tires we were equals, weightless our lungs a cocoon for magnolias in full bloom summertime sweat and Coppertone Sport
Mikey’s dad and his Irish Whiskey my own with a failing heart becoming white noise beyond our eternal horizon
the liberation was palpable, feeling like a helmet bruised knee and dirt cementing on the skin of my legs. Our tire patterns looked like braids and I thought I may never follow them home.
Nicole Carey is a graduating double major in English and Creative Writing. She played volleyball at Cumberland University all four years of her education. she is looking to start her teaching career after college an hopes to continue writing.
