The Joy of Being Hit By a Car


It began on the way
to the hospital. A sound
to heal all wounds,
cleanse all fears. Uninterrupted
by the heart
monitors.

She was lying on her back.
A bird’s nest of tangled wires and bloody bandages,
with a big smile on her face. She forgot
about her arthritis, and her cataracts.
Forgetting about her bruised ribs
she laughs with us.
Impossible to sedate.

Spreading through the emergency room.
Contagious.
A momentary lapse of reality.

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