she was gratitude the moment the car
pummeled through her flesh
no time to wish for anything else
when it’s your blood seeping
like alphabet soup
across the pavement
drip drop on the sidewalk
and tell me what made you do it
give me your hands
and make them mine
weighted so heavy on the steering wheel
like permanence.
we grow so reckless
believing in permanence
if our blood is all the same
what story was learned
when I spilled yours?
disappointment.
in different ink, the narratives didn’t twist
only the titles left
a sour taste