July 7

A moments all it takes
don't look away
I see the stop sign fly by
as she's slamming the brakes
the dashboard shakes
seatbelts brace
washer fluid sprays
ears vibrate. We're okay
the bumper is broken
the world in slow motion
no intent or motive
this is hopeless...
already neck deep in drama
now add neck trauma
and to add to the problem
there's no ID in my pocket
across the concrete
a collage of debris
in the hundred degrees
of Missoula heat
heightened senses
scratches and dents
in the ambivalence
of the accident