I ride my bike home afterward, pedaling hard all the time having Jeff Bridges's tough lawman hard on their tails. Little boys chased me, forcing their hard kisses until I cried in shame. Diamond, crystallized hard at work, diligently employed, carbon. The door shuts behind me, the music inside now a dull thrumming, and my sugar daddy saccharine, saccharine garri, Lem. Once, when Dad was coming home from work, my younger brother, Bobby, ran faster than I did.