Collision (Car Crash)

A collision that set the head askew.
In the backlash I saw a million lights,
each one pining with the prospect of
touching the flying wooden stakes.

Summer away in a spiral vial where
the negative spaces are filled.
A veil polished with the unforeseeable.
All these pins hold together the fabric.

Collision.

The pieces that surrounded you are of
no consequence when you’re laying
on a stretcher, a stretcher, a stretcher.
Oh my god, what will the door open to?

Now I am praying at your bedside.
The wells have overrun and the fields
are stained with a dampness that penetrates
even the deciduous nature of healing.

I mistook it all for an escape, and
now I am even less free than before.
I can’t lift my arms without moving
ten pounds of tubes that rush life into me.