both hands on the steering wheel
direct impact
no hands on the steering wheel
no hands
steering wheel into flesh
the soft
then the crushing
crushing of ribs
an explosion
an exhalation of breath, lungs
lungs pushing
pushing the heart upward outward
no more breath
no more heart
no more air
no more blood
blood everywhere crushed now
I know what it feels like to love

Photo Credit: A.P. Cook

golden cowboy

Know that you own the tongue that has made a world flat

With each word, placed its heart at once under your boots 

Chicken-walk on the doormat, “Do some-thing with your mess.”

Close the door, then deny you’d been outside that Day