crashing memories

this is what i remember of that day

the day of the car accident.



i was four.

we were on our way to pre-school.

i couldn't wait to get there

(i think we were going to stomp on grapes)

i was bouncing up and down, up down on the bench seat

of our white plymouth

'mommy, hurry up! hurry up!'

we were going to be late,

i'd miss the bus to go

'hurry up! hurry up!'


it was slippery, leaves on bendy, twisting River Road

'hurry up! hurry up!'

bounce, bounce, bounce

'mommy, mommy, hurry!'


and then

the world twisted all around

blurred motion, moving

a silence so profound

i could hear it in my marrow

a bucket of ice

poured over my head

freezing cold


a sudden fatigue

i was so tired

i put my head in mom's lap

on her cream wrap-sweater


a man came, said he was jesus

(mom said later he said, "oh jesus!")

he carried me

into his truck

his truck took me to

an ambulance


there was a young man in the ambulance

he said

"everything is going to be okay"

i was so utterly tired


the ambulance took me

to the hospital

where they sewed my face up in a hundred, a thousand?, or more small stitches

dipped in flesh, pulled tight

a needle, a thread

set, placed


when i awoke, it was dark

i looked into a mirror to see


and my face

was forever changed


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