I am riding down Fifth Avenue on a bus. A woman touches my leg and speaks of forests. My need unfolds like a newborn’s limb, stiff and uncertain. She whispers close and I tremble as we reach my stop. I have become a giant penis. I bounce through the aisle and down the rear steps, gathering my scrotum like a priest’s skirts. Crowds gather. Old women smile approval. Friends call to me and toss flowers, as she rolls me home through the park.