The pavement was dry, February grey
—enough traction for the drunk
to correct his advance left
In physio, I took care of the whiplash
but my left side twisted hot
when the baby missed their turn
After they were cut away
along with the faulty route,
it felt part of the same bruise;
three weeks of black and blue,
building of scar tissue
Staring at the mirrored closet,
from the bed in keloid March,
my eyes emptied in the glaze
and glare of granular ceiling
Imagining curves and limbs
on lunar terrain,I remodelled
from whiplash and birthed
new silver lanes
Published in Rat's Ass Review, Winter 2021/22
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