Life happens and then

BAM!!! you are

ran over off the road into a

redwood forest in the middle of

California nowhere

in the crux of the night

underneath a crescent moon.

the Ford horn sounds

like quiet.

the airbag is television static

pressed against your face like sleeping

with the radio. lost in your voice

is the lone tear you shed

with half a breath in monotone and glass

in your chest. "I Love," you say.

your eyelash bats at death.