I saw two car crashes this morning
one right in front of my eyes
car hoods crumpling like paper fists
our love will die
one car spinning outward
slowly in a circle
hitting a rock on the side of its trajectory
it was already too broken
it didn't seem to care
our love will perish--we hope--simultaneously
when the arc came to a close
the driver pushed out his door
he started yelling about a red light
he seemed to be saying:
you hurt me, and this is your fault
exempting himself from blame
the other man's door was smoking so much
I couldn't hear his voice
our love will dissipate
amid the fumes
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