Before:
Electricity
Read the news. Online or in print.
You never know what you are going to come across.
“A Trip Gone Wrong”.
It started in a pink Jeep.
As wild and as carefree as electricity
running through the rings of a lightbulb like a sparkler on fire.
Try to believe that. Try to feel the heart-squeezing, breath twisting fun.
A rain slicked, cramping, muddy embankment.
Eliminate your breath.
Keep reading.
Rain poured like Niagara Falls exploding.
The Jeep flips like a piece of silk in the drier.
A light went out that day. Her name.
No. Yes. No It couldn’t have been.
It was.
I read it in the news. Read the news.
The words floated on my eyes.
I know her.
After:
Electricity
Read the news. Online or in print.
You never know what you are going to come across.
“A Trip Gone Wrong”. Keep reading.
It started in a pink Jeep.
As wild and as carefree as electricity
running through the rings of a lightbulb like a sparkler on fire.
Fun.
Try to believe that. Try to feel the heart-squeezing, breath twisting fun.
A rain slicked, cramping, muddy embankment.
Eliminate your breath.
Keep reading.
Rain poured down like Niagara Falls exploding.
The Jeep flips like a piece of silk in the drier.
A light went out that day.
It couldn’t have been.
It was.
I read it in the news. Read the news.
The words floated on my lake like eyes.
I know her.