I bought this book for Ben for our anniversary two years ago. Ben’s read it once, and I like to think that the thought of it existing in our poetry collection contents him. I pick it up every few months and read a few pages/lines. He buys me camping supplies; I buy him poetry.
“I catch a first glimpse of that distant moment when the bicycle will cease to be new; immediately the distant moment arrives when the bicycle ceases to be new.”
“Suddenly I am certain something is written on the inside of my bicycle.”