this is me living dangerously.

this is me pressing play on the stereo and writing at the same time.

this is billie holiday being clapped at by an audience of white people.

this is my second 24 ounce beer on top of a seven mile bike ride and three quarters of a bottle of wine.

this is the sentence before the first sentence of this prose poem that doesnt start with "this is."

i wonder where to go to next.

you can't know the road ahead you can only know the many roads behind.