In Our Grief, We Are Like Children
We spend our grown-up money
on two bikes: bright-ass orange,
as the salesman says
We ride at dusk, the pavement
moving back in time, before we
knew your little love, greater
than all we’d known before
There is no fear; I pedal harder,
harder still. What is it to lose
myself now?
Low, I lean into the curves
Cristi Donoso is an Ecuadorian American writer whose poetry has appeared in The Journal, The Threepenny Review, The Shore, Lake Effect and The Cincinnati Review miCRo series. Her first collection of poetry was a finalist for the 2022 Andrés Montoya Poetry Prize and the 2024 Akron Poetry Prize. Born in Quito, she now lives in Virginia. Find her @cdonosowriter and www.cristidonoso.com.
