I‘M NOT SURE anymore when the first accident happened. Or if it was an accident. Now when I tell you about my accidents you are sympathetic and some of you fall in love with me. Men whose childhoods were slow and smooth want my straitjacket stories. My sugar is a panic that melts on your tongue and leaves a tiny hole in what you taste. Taste me Sugar, I’m fried around the edges. Mom used to say I was born with my eyes crossed. That was a joke she quit telling when I was old enough and wrapped up tight. You feel me spinning and the music’s on too loud. You remember all the little dangers in your past. My body that long sleek car someone spun on curves, Hey you wanna drag? Yeah I’ll do ya, and it degenerates. Six girls giggly drunk jumping out to run circles around an old Chevy at a red light. Hey wait a minute Honey, you dropped somthin. I keep dropping how things went, which story goes where. This week and next week and next week. Somewhere out there’s a winner but I’m losing track. I try to stay home and turn the pages in my books. But the words are a dark crusted black that cracks. Black as wine or water. I keep wading out and the deep part is over my head. I wanna dance I wanna just wrap my legs around you like those rings are round the moon. Lemme press my mouth against you like the rain against the glass it’s see-through. I can see clear out there to the end and I’m alone I’m burning like a fire fuel. I’m hot. I’m hot I’m a streak across the sky. You watch me, now bring me down hard and hold on. It doesn’t matter if I tell one truth or another. I wanna feel a hand on my waist. He and I are through, why don’t you come over? See, I hurt my head again. I hit it on the bed.