For the first time, I begin to know a different city. Betrayal feels important. To be able to bike through a city that is not my own. Crashing when I’m not even on the bike. Four purple to blue to green souvenirs. I look forward to showing them off. To be asked, What happened? Cared for in a new city. My room sits empty back at home. I hope my glass animals and dolls feel the freedom to move, like I explained to them before leaving.
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