"Bicycle" by Gregory Lawless

My mother needed everything
nails sugar vasoline
oil gin matches
go get me meat
go get me staples needles grease
there was one hill
on the way to town
where the pedals got heavy
and the gear teeth
bit the chains too slow
my basket was empty
but I had someone
else's money I could
hardly breathe
on the way back
jars clashing
bags smacking
with wind
my wheels were going
crazy the whole way
down the hillI dared the brakes
to let me go.