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AS a matter of fact-
The car’s collision occurred around ten am, this placed me post-breakfast and thinking myself in circles near Third and Vine.
This placed me in the eye of the hurricane.
Two deaths, simultaneous;
Hopefully it didn’t take these two mangled strangers
Cemented to the metal
-And the glass
Their deaths to realize their lives
[often times this seems to be the case].
At least the Egyptians always placed that sack-old brain in the most
Ceremonial of jars.
[what a buzzkill reality]
I took another sip of Luke-warm coffee.
Scribble,
scribble,
scribble.
I wondered if the bodies knew that I was writing about them
[I hope they’re weren’t self-conscious].
it’s just-
The protagonist and antagonist were the same.
-the ists.
The families arrived in a gleaming blue lexus, the color of a violinist’s sunny day.
The bodies (butterfly)
The families (hurricane)
A slew of human emotion.
Don’t get me wrong-
It’s not that I didn’t feel bad,
It’s that I just knew:
That ticket would be punched eventually.
I’m still quite certain
-After heating the coffee
-After filing the report
All lifeless parties involved would have certainly
Stepped aside
Reconsidered
Existence.
It’s inevitable.
[or we bought all of that life insurance for nothing].
Photo by Randy Conner. Words by Justin David Koontz.
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