So used to drought, the city looked astonished
at the sky & I have to believe that’s why
she didn’t see me in the crosswalk. I was
on my way to celebrate another year
among my friends, then drowned by laughter
in an ambulance as it raced along
toward harbor. I used to fear my body
was a well anyone could toss
their wishes into, unbothered surface
pocked with light, so I’d be lying
if I said I didn’t love it, the new storm,
minor catastrophe, me
in its mute eye. I leave the hospital & can’t look
at anything. My skull wrung, wrong. Blessed din
of my solitary making, static song
no one else can hum along.