Tonight the spin instructor spun among us. He moved between two bikes. Orderly chaos.
During one song he stamped his cleated foot on the floor to keep the beat. When he counted out beats - when he shouted, "Faster faster faster," and "Keep it keep it" - it felt as if his voice came from within me.
I spun to set the bees free. The room was black with them. I turned my body inside out.
I am La Noisette. My voice is a billowing curtain in a window of The Mayor's Hotel, which is not a real hotel, but rather a diary and palette. When I'm not writing (or riding), I'm running Redbeard Bikes with my husband, Ilya. We are a big little bicycle shop in DUMBO, Brooklyn.