starbucksi sat on the bus and realised asstarbucks5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
a speed bump jostled
brain against bone in a
people were not speaking of
smashing my skull;
no plots were made to pitch
me beneath the churning
wheels, no innate desires to
see my blood spill.
today i would not be
sent to the emergency room,
i would not see the
beautiful emt, he would not
press a button on his watch and
two fingers to my wrist, and
i would not imagine that he pretended
my pulse was raised- not from
blood loss- but from his touch.
my bones would not break,
my body would not bear tire treads
or gorgeous surgical scars.
i would live and breathe and be able to
ask the emt out for a cup of coffee,
only he would order lemonade and i, tea.
we would laugh at the irony, imagine
the puzzled thoughts of the baristas when
they took our orders.
he would touch
my hand and understand that my heart
was leaping under his fingers,
and he would take the initiative and do
what such chemistry often suggests
and kiss me.