I am riding down Fifth Avenue on a bus. A woman touches my leg and speaks of forests. My need unfolds like a newborn’s limb, stiff and uncertain. She whispers close and I tremble as we reach my stop. I have become a giant penis. I bounce through the aisle and down the rear steps, gathering my scrotum like a priest’s skirts. Crowds gather. Old women smile approval. Friends call to me and toss flowers, as she rolls me home through the park.
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We reached the car, and I held the door open for him, but he didn't climb in right away. He stood there rocking on his crutch, gazing off at the sky and the fields and the fall trees starting to go the color of sherbet