Suddently the curve,
the headlights flooding into his eyes,
and his hands jerking the wheel
as he turned their lives
into the corner of the bus stop.
The truck rattled past, the chain
on its long trailer dragging back the night.
He sat there, shaking, his bones
feeling like the crumpled metal
of the bumper. His lip was torn,
and his chest burned where the buckle
of the belt had choked his soul
back into living.
on the vinyl
of the dashboard.
In her hair
in a fountain
was alive. Alive.
That was what they had to
tell him, over and over,
when they came to pull him
away from her. He