Sunday, March 25, 2018


I hold the button pressed at the pelican crossing to keep myself steady as I investigate a tackiness beneath my shoe. In agony suddenly, I leave the chewing gum where it is to clutch my wrist. A road sweeper has yanked the broom from his cart and brought it down violently upon my arm. He explains that he thought I was being electrocuted, that he needed to knock me off the control panel.

Fractures to the radius and ulna
Retort upon my incunabula.