I need a sport bra
and a new hip
and a yoga class
to play pickle ball
and dodgeball
and ride
a tiny bike
like a circus clown
to show
our son
he can do it
right before he
almost
gave up.
I think
when you see
someone
do something
so poorly
it gives you
the confidence
that
anything
can be better
and certainly
look better
than that.
My out-turned knees
and stupid grin
riding his bike
one third my size
was all
he had to see
to say
“Can I try again?”