a name for the hills

jennifer and i tossing the moldy pieces of jokingly/lovingly called
homemade vegan cracker jerky
past the pine knob sign
sometimes thwacking the sign itself
sometimes sending it clear over
the rumble strips cut into the pavement beneath us
rattling our breath, our bikes, our bones
and how the cars that approach on them,
as heard from a distance, sound like farts
or jake brakes_______

unnamed phenomenon:
a name for the hills that we’re not sure
we’ll make it up but when it comes to it
we’ve find we’ve pedaled ourselves up to the top
and back down again