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.