so much rain / that night it hammered / down / dug claws into my
skin / I heard the flash / of sirens saw the screaming / of lights
violent blue & red / glass from the windshield / all diamond / spark
& field of stars / dark red / halo ring perfectly centered / marking
the spot where an object / in motion / attempted to remain / in
motion / but was stopped by the front / of the car / while two tires
bent / broken parabola stretched up / to caress the sky / when the
body is child-sized / stretchers & medics both appear / horribly
empty / & I wanted to dissolve / desperate / to get away that night
there was so much rain


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William James writes poems and listens to punk rock—not always in that order. He’s an editor at Drunk In A Midnight Choir and a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee whose poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Misfit Magazine, Word Riot, The Misanthropy, Words Dance, DM du Jour, and Potluck Magazine, among others. His first full length collection, Rebel Hearts & Restless Ghosts, is forthcoming from Timber Mouse Publishing. He tweets at @thebilljim.