My Cardboard Balcony

Personal Inferno by Belinda Roddie I didn't wait for the tea to cool before I burned every angle of my tongue so when you kissed me I felt fire from your lips and Dante said, "I told you so."

"I can ride a bike with no handlebars...no handlebars...no handlebars..." She kept singing it over and over as she spun her mountain bike across the pavement, her voice nasal yet bright. I recognized the song she was singing but couldn't remember who had sung it originally. So I just watched her do her tricks until the sun went down and we started craving fresh churros at the local supermarket.