between two deaths, an accident
Slid into on slick uphill turn.
Icy rain clots my hair
while I confer with the other driver.
No respite there:
man without insurance
mumbling through sardonic lips,
his car cratered from old collisions.
Trivial bumper compression
exaggerated affect spike
jagged amygdala plunge
fish hook twist expunging
tough memories stranded tight—
striated inflame, neural unravel…
Ahead, around the bend,
guarding the forked ramp to the G W bridge,
a cop scrutinizes traffic in the drizzle.
I could tell him my story of
I could enumerate minutiae—
but I’d rather tell a mother
who’d pat my back in sync
to muffled sobs, displaced
from another saga
still too raw to mourn.