By Sara-Mae Tuson
the imbrication of his life and work began slowly
until the two twined so tenderly
it was all he knew of love.
buried, a penumbra clung deep inside his heart,
becoming a susurrus wisp inside of him
until he could no longer ignore it:
the organ became a
bitten back logjam
to calm its ceaseless whims
he imagined myriad diseases
ready to carry him off.
it was the rapid sidewinder,
a jagged swipe from a red Ford Fiesta,
that did him in.