Wheels turning

 I don’t know, sometimes I get morbid on the way to class.

 

Getting Hit by a Garbage Truck

Have you ever thought about

what it might feel like?

One minute, walking along

through the cold whiteness of the morning

 

stepping down

off the curb, and suddenly

it hits you like an unscheduled fire drill

plowing over the life in your coat

with blunt metal corners

and wheels bigger around than your torso with its bones

all breakable.

They crackle against the ground

like bubbles under a rolling pin

releasing pressure, red escaping

as though all the twigs and branches

of your body

want to become their own trees

rebelling against the confines of your skin

so loud you can’t even feel it.