Testosterone

by Led Klosky

“I want a motorcycle”

I said, fear at the forefront of my mask.

This macho masochism meant to fool myself,

As if I were anybody’s fool, let alone my own.

And yet

While I might not confuse

A projected aesthetic,

It still appeals.

I hunger ad infinitum

For the hero’s feast.

Head of Grendel making doubters grumble

While I reap respect and conquer my incomplete

I dip my toe

Into an inky void.

The inkwell is

When I risk my life

on the open road.