There is a five-car collision inside her body.
Swollen, lacerated, acid.
She lies across her bed in the middle of the day,
watches a rogue cloud wander into view.
It breaks up quickly, quirky, then vanishes behind the
of the room.
The wreck is being cleared.
Pooled blood is soaked up.
Her swelling subsides, but she
is still pierced.
She is driving on the freeway towards
the ocean watching the sky become an opal.
Three planes emit white trails,
shape a loose triangle.
She makes a wish.