I tried so hard to put into words what I feel,

but just like that moment, I don't know what happened.

Green light?

Red light.

The neon medic held my foot together with a paper towel.

I had never been so fragile;

my life was literally in a man's hands

as I questioned why God jumped out of my car.

In the middle of the night my friend dreamt that my crutches and I were an earthquake;

maybe. Maybe I am a magnitude 10, capable

of bringing buildings down. Self-destructive;

crumbling.

My car was a blue star

collapsing in on itself;

mechanical galaxy explosion.