Last night I got rear-ended
On my way back from The Tomorrow Show.
I jerked like a jagged rainbow.
When I got out to face the opposing car,
The driver didn’t ask, "Are you okay?"
But instead, she said, "Your fly is down."
This morning, my dream was of a runaway truck
Nobody told me I could power through
Remote control. I found myself feeling
For glasses in the same old parking lot
Where I once told a neighbor
I could turn snow into ice cream.