t-boned in blood & guts
on a tuesday afternoon
the five car pile-up of
an unsuspecting song.
background music turned
rogue wave, swept
everything into my head &
out of my eyes & i
sit here reeling, while
the tide retreats
in a whitewash over
my face, or fortitude.
until tasks before & after
feel grain-of-sand significant.
i’m bone bleached & stuck
with seafoam, salt;
hung between eternity:
mirrors of sea reflecting sky,
reflecting sea, reflecting
sky & all my
rough edges bashed
smooth in sound
or waves or both.
